Dancing

“Step on it dad ! ” I said. My dad pushed down on the GAS. It was very LIKELY that we're not going to be late. It’s just that I’m a DANCER, and I can’t be late. “GREEN light dad, green light !” We drove like a race car zipping down the track. We made it and started dancing away in elegance and beauty. Once we were done, I went to my dad and instead of taking me home, he took me to the pool. “What’s going on ?” I said. “I don’t have my SWIMMING suit .” “I thought since you were being responsible, I would let you go swimming.” “ YAY !!!” So we went swimming.