Not Much of a Nazarene

You would think that growing up in a household with two Nazarene ministers, Ella would be a very good Nazarene. However, we learned last night that she is not! We went to an end-of-the-year party at Vanderbilt Divinity School. There was lots of good food, great desserts, and a band made up of Divinity School professors and administrators (which was surprisngly very good). They had a dance floor set up, and as Ella watched the (slightly intoxicated) Divinity School students take to the dance floor, she, too wanted to join in. So, we let her. For probably 30-45 minutes, she was out on the dancefloor. Sometimes I was with her, sometimes others were with her, and sometimes she was the lone soul on the dance floor. Each time that I told her that it was time to go, she would say, "One more song, mommy!" We finally had to tear her away from the dance floor so that she could go home and go to bed. Later last night, when I asked her what her favorite part of the party was, she happily answered, "The dancing". Maybe it's time for some dance classes?