I took Nora to a music class in the park this morning, and the kid next to her was dancing up a storm:

Me: “Look at her go! How old is she?”

Nanny: “Just turned one. Her Mom used to be a Rockette, so you can see she got the dancing gene.”

Me: “Totally! That’s great.”

Nanny: “Your baby has good rhythm too! You must be a really good dancer!”

Me: “Well, I don’t want to brag but….yes. Yes I am.”

Actual footage of me at my friend’s wedding this weekend: