Dance Camp

There was only one prince at the princess-themed dance camp. "Well, you did sign him up for a girls' camp," said Kevin, to which I took great offense--boys can dance, don't stereotype by sex, all the rest of it, as if I hadn't signed him up purely because it was a camp that his sister would agree to go to AND that would accept three-year-olds (ie. a total marriage of convenience). Then I went to the recital. And I thought to myself: alright, I'll admit it, I signed him up for a girls' camp. He wore an expression on his face, throughout, of toleration. As in: I'm showing up, I'm wearing the knight outfit and carrying a sword, and I'll bow when you make me, but we must never speak of this princess crown again. Whereas his sister looked blissfully happy.

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