Watching Ella and Ted interpret dancing broadly. I was getting dressed and trying to teach them how to dance to Florence and the Machine’s Shake it out (as acoustic), and Ted got the general concept, he was just kinda shy. Ella glared at me like she has never heard of anything beautiful in her entire life from her side-eye Pomeranian pissed face, and I just kept dancing with Ted, who was clumsily getting the hang of it. I realized that the entire purpose of getting Ella to dance would be to goad her into being less pissed, so I did that while I put on my socks. Ella decided to interpret dancing as an art into swivel butt circles on my carpet for a good thirty some seconds. And that is where we stand.