Claire had her first school dance the other day. Planned the outfit. Planned the hair. Practiced dancing in the living room. I had her stand in front of her school's mascot, which I affectionately refer to as the "trippin' dolphin" -- she doesn't get that one yet -- before we entered the cafetorium, where the dance was hip hoppin'. She said she didn't dance with any boys, only her girlfriends, had some pizza and soda and all in all a really good time. Except she got there after Sam the DJ played the Cha Cha Slide, which she was bummed about. (That was one we practiced in the living room the previous night. And Cotton Eyed Joe and a few others.) We determined at that point that both of us are way too caucasian to do the "bootie wiggle," which I'm sure is a talent her Latino friends are just born with. Oh well.
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