"I need to go practice mom because when I grow up, like when I am 8, I am going to be a dancer when someone is singing on a stage."

The music had already started, and she couldn't get those words out fast enough as she moved quickly onto the carpet to begin dancing. Her movement fluidly turned from walking into a punching March, and then straight into twirls. Her body just feels the music and moves accordingly with zero over-thinking it. In her mind, body, and soul, the chances of her being a background dancer on a stage is as likely as her breathing air today, or getting put in timeout at least once. It's going to happen. If she thinks it, she can be it. I'm not sure how as a mom you keep that sort of thinking cemented into a growing child, but you better believe I'm going to fight like crazy to try. 

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