We went to a fancy schmancy party on Saturday night.

I had to shave my legs, and everything.

The hosts were kind enough to get a babysitter, so, we took Busy D. with us, and, left the other two to fend for themselves, while hopefully, not killing each other in the process.

We dressed him up, too, and, arrived at the party to the strains of chamber music in the entry, and, tuxedo and evening gown clad party goers enjoying cocktails and conversation.

We settled him in with the other kids and the babysitter, and, we worked our way to the tent in the back yard for dining and dancing.

It was a lovely party, and, when it was over, we made our way back in, stopping along the way to talk to various people.

We encountered a few people who said, "Oh, I met your son."

I figured they were other parents with kids under the babysitter's care, so, I didn't think much of it, until the sister of the hostess, a middle aged lady whom we had not met until we were leaving the party, said, "Oh, I know you. I know Busy D., too. He's great."

Seems he had escaped the babysitter at some point, removed his shirt and shoes, and, attended the party inside the house while we were in the back.

In order to do this, he had to have climbed over the chamber musicians and, worked his way through the formally dressed crowd having cocktails at the bottom of the stairs.

I'm thinking fraternity president is in his future.