Simon sat on the sidelines of his little girls dance class, as she did tap dancing alongside the other kids. He hated the noise, the giggling kids, the loud music.

“Bloody hell.” he whispered under his breath.

At least he thought he hated it, until he spotted Esme’s dance teacher. Standing at the front of the class in a leotard as they taught the children.

The class ended as Esme waddled back over to him, she was only three.