Among all my crazy NaNoWriMo writing, which I’m probably not doing as much of as I should, I’ve still been living life with a full time job and trying to be active and attentive with my kids. So this post is about my recent excursion into my 6-year-old daughter’s dance class, because it was observation night.
My daughter is learning both tap and ballet, which is cool. They start with their tap shoes on. The teacher, with a full audience of parents, explains the move to the kids. “It’s a spank–”
My lovely daughter: “Why do you have to call it that? You don’t spank our butts.”
“That’s what it’s called. A spank goes backwards and a brush goes forward.”
The girls all giggle, but proceed with the move. Then it’s my daughters turn. Now somewhere along the line my daughter has decided to remove the bows that hold her tap shoes tied. I’m not sure why or when she did this. Here she is, happily spanking along the floor (man, tap dancing is weird) and suddenly the shoe flies off her foot.
“Oh no, I spanked so hard my shoe fell off.”
Yes, in tap dance, this sentence is a thing. Happy Writing!