Apathy Jack writes:

There’s one of my little girls. In that way that sometimes happens with the Teaching, in addition to educating her on ancient Roman religious practices, I am also a combination Father/Councilor/Advice Columnist/Big Brother/Whatever else needs doing during any given crisis.

So this little girl, wearing a dress that leaves, by my rough estimation, almost eighty percent of her uncovered, takes me by the hand, leads me to the dance floor, and proceeds to dance with more energy and sensuality than most people put into sex.

God I hate ball season.