Hip Hop Classes
Today, I took Mikhail to his first Hip Hop dance class. I was the only colored daddy there, surprise, surprise. Everyone was looking at me thinking, “Is this some kinda joke? Aren’t you guys supposed be born dancing? I thought you had all the rhythm. Are you here to make fun of the way us white people dance?”
I must admit, I did feel a little strange, walking in with my inherited swagger then, Oh hi, I am here to get my son to learn how to move. Teach him how to dougie or something. Look, I just felt out of place, ok? Let’s hope he makes Daddy proud and dance like MJ.
And that’s your Saturday morning snicker.