I was informed today that for a full straight week, my daughter was the only member of her 10 kid class who refused to dance. According to one of her teachers, "She sat on the floor...with a...DIFFERENT kind of smile, watching the others."
In my family, that's known as laughing at the dorks.
My daughter will someday eat Martha Stewarts heart on camera, as she assumes her rightful place.
Or possibly work in real estate. It's too soon to tell.
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