Daisy's 4th grade class gets dance instruction about once a week. Today, during their daily morning assembly, her class was going to perform what they had learned. I jogged up to the school to check it out and later reported about it to my wife on IM.
Me: Holy cow, that was some lackluster dancing.
Me: Yeah. Those kids danced like they were on their way to the dentist.
Me: Sure. 2... 3... 4... Root canal!
(To be honest, I'm not sure whether "on their way to the dentist" or "zombies" best captures the abject lethargy with which these kids danced. I guess if you could imagine zombies glumly shuffling to go get some fillings, that would accurately reflect the energy level in the performance.)
Me: Daisy, of course, was the exception.
Hank: She danced like she was on her way to Disneyland?
Hank: She is so going to get beat up in middle school.
Me: Just like her old man.