My Son Walked Across the Graduation Stage in a Bright Red Dress While the Auditorium Giggled — He Did It for Me. And I Begged Him Not To

The whispering started before he was halfway to the principal.

Then the giggles. Then a boy somewhere behind me who did not bother lowering his voice at all: “What is WRONG with that guy?”

Cal didn’t flinch. Not once. I was watching for it and it never came.