My teenage nephew came for dinner last night. The children were absolutely thrilled, he is lovely with them and they really look up to him (most people do, he is exceptionally tall).
He and Fainjin are the two boys in a gaggle of local girl-cousins, so they have quite a special bond despite the age difference. And so, when – while waiting for dinner to be served – my tap-dancer nephew offered to show Fainjin a few steps, my boy was delighted to have a go.
I was instantly transported back in time about 12 years, when my nephew first saw “Riverdance” and had us all in stitches as he cavorted about the living room doing a passable 4-year-old’s version of the dances and falling down regularly. I think we joked then that he would grow up to be a dancer… we had no idea how right we were.
He only had the TV to show him the steps. Fainjin got personal instruction from an accomplished performer. They started off with some very basic tap steps (in their socks), then my nephew showed off some rapid fancy steps. Fainjin faithfully had a go at copying him, adoration written on his face.
It was still written on his face when he landed on his backside… twice.
Later, I was exclaiming over the cuteness to the Fabulous Auntie B. She drily advised me to start saving for tap shoes.
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