The Cure for the Common Cry

Today I had my first father-daughter dance. Daddy was jamming to some Gov't Mule and it was too loud so I started wailing. Then he scooped me up and we started dancing and, sure enough, all was right in the world. All that changed when he started singing the song Rump Shaker with the first line "Shake it to the left, shake it to the right, I don't mind stickin' it to ya every single night." That seemed a bit inappropriate for a father to be singing to his daughter. Fortunately, he realized the error of his ways and freestyled the rest of the lyrics. And, even more fortunately, mommy had the good sense to cut things short before they got even more out of hand.