Post-dinner this evening, my daughter and wife danced.
Halfway through the dance party, my daughter disappeared into her room.
She reappeared with a costume and a script. She was a servant. My wife was a queen. There was a rule against dancing in the kingdom.
Nevermind the fact that my wife was dancing the entire time.
Nevermind that this is the plot of Footloose (which I know she hasn’t seen).
“Your majesty!” was uttered several times.
Finally, the queen could no longer deny the power of dance.
The broom was discarded. The maid’s glasses were taken off.
And, just like it was a movie, the pair danced to The Monkees’ “I’m A Believer.”
Let’s Dance!
Learning Together 