"Mama, I'm going to give you a tap dancing lesson," my ten-year-old daughter said.
"Yeah. This should be good," I replied.
"Let's start with a falap."
"Falap. It goes like this." She demonstrated.
"Okay," I said. "Falap. Falap. Falap. Got it."
"Now you have to learn a shuffle ball change." She showed me how.
Somehow I did it without falling on my face.
"Now you're ready for a Buffalo."
"Is this a burger or a giant hairy animal?"
"Neither. Look." She showed me. I did it.
"Now you get to do a combo." She whipped through something really fast.
"Right," I said. "I'll just take a side of fries and a diet coke with that buffalo burger combo thing."