Further proof that eleven year-old Miss M and I share the same genetic material:
Me: Miss M, there's a social dance opportunity I want to talk to you about.
Miss M: But I don't like to dance.
Me: You do, too. You dance in front of the Xbox all the time.
Miss M: That's different. That's fun.
Me: I know, but you'll have social opportunities later in life where you'll need to know how to dance. And make small talk with people.
Miss M: And THAT'S when I'll be hiding in the girls bathroom.