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!