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Little Wesley and I over pizza, fries, and chicken strips in the Ontario Science Centre cafeteria:
Me: So where are you going on this school field trip? High Park?
Him: Yeah! We're going to have a picnic! And go to a petting zoo! Me: Sweet. What else are you guys doing to do? Him: The teacher says we can play, and run, walk-- Me: What about dancing? Everyone loves to dance. Except me. Him: I don't think she said dancing. I don't think you can dance in the park. Me: Of course you can. You can dance where and when you want to. Like right here. Now. Dance now. Him: [Giggles those oh-you-so-sillay giggles] No! You dance! [Pause] Me: No. posted at 6:05:28 pm
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