Chloe asked me to sign her up for dance class last night.

 
It was a welcome change in the conversation after she had initially asked me to draw letters on her back but qualified with, “You can draw letters but they can only be hearts, triangles or squares.”

 
She flip-flops back and forth between wanting to take gymnastics lessons (where our current investment is somewhere in the billions) and learning to dance.

 
She asked me, “Wait, are you going to sign me up for one of those classes where I would dance on stage in front of millions of people when I’m older?”

 
I told her that would really be up to her. I just do the signing up. Whatever happens next is in her hands.

 
She thought about it for a moment.

 
Then she said, “Yeah, sign me up for the millions of people thing.”

 
“But do I need to have special shoes?”