Everybody was kungfu fighting...

“Did your dance teacher let you do whatever moves you want during this song?” I ask B. “Yup,” he says, enthusiastically throwing his fists around. “These are uppercuts,” he informs me. “No,” I say. “They’re not. Those are definitely weird. Sooner or later you’re gonna hit yourself in the nose.” “They’re uppercuts,” he insists, moving more furiously. “You’re gonna hit yourself in the…” Sigh. Too late.