Sundays I take my son to my small group meeting, where he usually gets to meet up with one of the other member's daughters, who's also eight. She takes dance classes, and this Sunday, she was trying to get Jordan to slow dance. Jordan, of course, has no real experience that hasn't been on the goofy side, so his dancing looks a little more like that Brazilian martial arts dancing [insert name of that Brazilian martial arts dancing when I think of it].
I was able to at least get him set up in the right position. Next, the box step. I figure if he's going to be a lady's man, he needs to dance.