Daddy Daughter Dance

Last night TheWeeOne and I went to a Daddy Daughter Dance – but we made it a Daddy Daughter Dinner Dance since I took her out for her favorite rice at Pabla’s Indian Cuisine first.

The Community Center staff really knew what appealed to little girls; crowns on the table for decorating, Kool-Aid in a fountain, and teensy corsages to pin on…not many stayed on (it was mostly Dad’s you know).

Wee made her crown first, and though the music was playing, nobody was dancing. We changed that.
Emma and I broke the ice on the dance floor.

First one’s on, last one’s off – 90 minutes with nothing longer than a sip of Kool-Aid break.

In the past 10 years I’ve lost touch with large swaths of Pop Culture – but I do hear a fair amount of pop songs, some of them I even like (gasp). This night – that paid off. I knew every song, some of the words, and most of the important dance bits to go with them.

Execution – probably left something to be desired – but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Some snippets:
When “Single Ladies” came on Emma grabbed her little gold ring back from me and lip-synched into the mirror, pointing to her finger “If you like it then you should’a put a ring on it!”

She acted out some video or other (perhaps it was in her mind?) by having me spy her from across the room while she fixed her hair in the mirror, then I was to come over and ask her to dance, we’d dance together, then when the song was over we’d take up our previous spots “as if it was all just a daydream.”
I had to pump my fist down, in a ‘shoot – I was hoping that was real!’ motion.

First of all, I’m reminded of a three year old I used to know whose repeated re-enactments of the Prince/SleepingBeauty reunion scene caused me to wonder if there was anything to this whole nature vs nurture argument. I concluded then, and it’s been reinforced now, there is a WHOLE LOTTA nature.
Regardless, there will be some love-struck on my doorstep someday and I will be ready with a very stern warning,

Uhhhh, she’s a bit of a romantic.