This is Pi Day #023.b

I appreciate the effort, I really do. Dance is art. Dance is fitness. Dance is moving around a room in a way that my 40-year-old body no longer considers feasible.

Yet I struggle to find an honest balance between (a) showing blind support for everything The Girl does and (b) handing her a healthy dose of parental distance to assist her in finding the intrinsic value of doing a thing for its own sake.

No, really. That’s a thing, I’m sure of it.