Our oldest granddaughter, fifteen year old Lexi, experienced a milestone this past weekend. She attended her first prom. It also happened to be her very first date. All day was spent getting her hair fixed and make-up just right. Everything was perfect, until her two uncles drove in just in time for pictures. Of course these weren’t just any Uncle’s, these were the Uncle’s who had told her from the time she was three years old that any boy who desired to date her would have to come through them! And one of them is a crazy guy, who looks like he belongs on Duck Dynasty and takes his over-protectionism of her to an embarrassing whole new level! When she saw them head her way she started protesting, telling them to stop, go away, she was going to cry, and worriedly looking down her long drive, hoping beyond hope that her date would be late. Her protests reached a whole new peak when Crazy Uncle reached into the back seat of his car and pulled out two large hatchets. He and his brother walked over to where Lexi and her Dad were taking pictures, handed a hatchet to her Dad and got into place beside her. She was one worried little Miss. Us women watching the picture-taking, were all a little worried that the tears might actually start flowing and her Prom-perfect makeup would be ruined. We did our best to assure her, that when she was grown up, these would be her favorite Prom pictures of all times. It didn’t take near that long. When she realized they were only giving her a hard time and saw them willingly go in the house before the poor date arrived, she calmed right down and her smile came back. And even though she doesn’t admit it out loud, I think she kind of likes the picture of her big bad protectors surrounding her in her very first Prom Dress!