Dialogue with Katherine this morning:
K: Could you get that drum for me?
Me: Sure. Here you go.
K: Now I will play music and you will dance.
Me: (Chuckling) No, I don’t think so. I don’t really dance.
K: Yes you do. You’re a lady and you dance.
(Note: This is where I should have stopped)
Me: How do ladies dance?
K: Like this. (Does an imitation of an uncoordinated daddy long-legs suffering from a terrible affliction that causes limbs to flay and swing erratically and dangerously.)
Me: Oh. And I dance like that?
K: Yes, except you do it bigger ’cause you’re a growed-up.