By now you all know I'm a spaz.
Evidently, my genetics in this area are pretty strong because my daughter is following gloriously in my footsteps.
My wife and I just barely started her in dance classes.
This is mainly because when she saw her first example of a dance troupe performance during the holidays, she was MESMERIZED.
I kid you not, her eyes were glued to the stage for at least 30 minutes. That was followed by a slightly breathless request, "Mom, can I do that too?"
Normally, I would say the only time we've seen her hold that still is when she is asleep, but I'd be lying.
Even when she sleeps, she tosses and turns like she's in a wrestling match.
Well, her new dance class just had a performance, and we got two free tickets to attend. Using it as a Daddy/Daughter Date opportunity, I took her to the concert.
It was more fun to watch her during the performances. The entire time, she sat on the edge of her seat, giggling excitedly during each dance. When they finished, she would immediately clap as fast as her little hands could handle. Then she'd look at me with these pleading puppy dog eyes and ask, "Is there going to be another one, daddy?"
I'd reassure her that another one would start in just a minute, and when the music kicked in, she would squeal delightedly and grab my arm.
She was more excited about this than when Santa gave her one of those ridiculous unicorn pillow pets for Christmas.
Like I said, she is definitely a spaz, and I'm pretty sure I know where she gets it.