You know when you officially start to feel old? When you drop your daughter and friends off at their first middle school dance. And by drop off, I mean slow the car to a roll and they leap out, making sure there is no chance you may follow, bringing social death with you.
By all accounts, Morrigan had a good time. She was very pleased with the fancy side pony tail we did (with instruction from youtube.) No dancing with boys though because, really Mom, ewww.