Exile #3's end-of-year festivities continued with a party at the Middle School for her and the rest of the fifth-grade from her elementary school.
I arrived to loud music, the playing of pool and table-tennis, evidence of food and soft-drink consumption. Where was my daughter? Dancing - as she had been all evening according to one of the chaperoning moms.
Apparently she had a blast and Cotton-Eyed Joe was her favourite. Most importantly, the evening was able to make the following transformation (from just as we were leaving to take her there to when she was waiting for me to take her home again):
Which is OK by me!