She was wearing her little ballet flat mary janes, pretending they were tap shoes. Though she's been all about ballet for months and months, and though she's never had tap classes or seen it other than on tv, she's getting pretty into it. She stood in the mirror doing some self-created moves and asked her dad if he wanted some lessons.
There were cross toe taps, little hops and jumps, and many reminders about putting his hands on his hips. She studied him for a moment.
"You're actually pretty good, Daddy." She sounded surprised.
She showed him some of her more advanced techniques and watched him again.
She gave a slight grimace and head tilt of sympathy.
"Well, it was a good try, but that's a little... too tappish."