A few weekends ago we attended a contra dance. The Wog wanted to join in! Alas, she could not find a size-appropriate partner.
More recently we attended a local barn dance. She loved the band, and would have joined them on stage if she could have. The Wog did not stop moving the whole time. She kept venturing further toward the band then back to "home base" (me and The Wog's father), then further toward the band, then back to home base. After 20 minutes or so, she forgot all about home base and was all about the band and her newfound audience.
Here she is watching the band:
And here she is, headed to tag in at home base.
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