For the high school or college students, it is a time of dancing and fun.
But when we think of homecoming in our home, it must refer to an event for either Cari or me -- certainly no one else in our family is old enough to enjoy a homecoming.
Ah, I am sorry to say that we must be getting old because that all changed tonight.
This evening marked our baby girl's first homecoming -- as a freshman in high school...

Yes, I am more than a bit traumatized.
I do also believe she is wearing makeup...

There is something immoral about that, isn't there?
Here she is heading off with her friend Ninfa from school...

She's almost all "growed" up.
Sniff.