At the reception, my 3-year-old son danced... all... evening... long. He grew indignant whenever the crowd meandered away. "Cmon every-body, get on the dance floooor!" he commanded.
On more than one occasion, he took the bride by the hand and escorted her back out to dance. Each time the bride elegantly accepted his request. I swear that child had more face-time with the bride than her husband.
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