Be Very Afraid

Wolfling, who turns 13 on Tuesday, has started salsa dancing.

She was taken to a ballroom by a friend of her stepmother, and now is absolutely ga-ga over it.

I talked with her dad on the phone yesterday, and he was telling me that she evidently spent the whole evening dancing.

"With boys?" I asked.

"Yes, with boys," he replied, amused.

From the background, I heard her call "Only nine of them!"

I don't think I've danced with nine different males in my entire life.


The nice thing is that she wants me to go with them the next time.

And you know what? I'm looking forward to it.