Today, my wife’s contemporary dance class welcomes children. My 5 and a half wanted to go with her.
– So, how was the dance class with Mom? – Dope! I learned to do that, and that, and then that… well, not that, because it’s a little too hard… – You stayed late; did you ate, a little bit? – Yes, we ate chocolates, toffees, other candies, and even dead little dogs! – Dead dogs? – Yes, you talked about it the other day: the little sausage sandwiches!