Dance with me...

Yesterday, Kennedy asked me to dance with her.  We held hands and started to dance around the room.  Then she got very specific and wanted me to do exactly what she was doing.  I tried my hardest to imitate her leaps and bounds, all while holding on to her hands.  After a couples minutes she suggested we dance together without holding hands, but that I still copy everything she did.  I tried, I really did.  Apparently, I wasn't getting things EXACTLY right.  She finally stopped, looked at me, took a very deep cleansing breath and said, "It's okay mom.  Why don't you just sit down and watch me."  Pretty sad to have my four year old daughter confirm what I already know...as much as I wish I could, I really can't dance!