After weeks of nagging from Sarah, Joel finally caved and enrolled her into ballet lessons. He was a sucker for making his little girl happy. But he had to admit he liked his daughter’s soccer days a lot better. He understood the sport, unlike ballet. He was going to be one of the confused dads taking his little girl into the dance studio.

“Cmon Sarah we’re gonna be late.” Joel huffed as he gathered items into her dance bag. Sarah then skipped out, her brown curls bouncing and twirling in her leotard in the air as they walked outside to his pickup.

They made it to the studio and of course, the class had already started. He told her to walk in quietly as he sat down on the bench, noticing he’s the only father in a pool of mothers waiting for their kids.