I danced with Sydney a few times and then a boy named Caleb danced with the two of us. Pretty soon they were dancing every dance. For a 3 1/2 year old, such attention from an older man (7 years old) is such a wonderful thing. They did the polka, the two-step and more. We all did the Chicken Dance and promenaded around the hall with parasols to "The Saints Go Marching In."
Then in SHE came. An older, more mature woman....probably 11 years old. What chance did Sydney have against the promise of a partner who could (and did!) lift Caleb off the ground....a woman with boobies....Sydney won't wear a bra for a few years yet! This gal had everything going for her. Sydney couldn't figure out why Caleb wouldn't dance with her.....she was perplexed and then sad.