This is nice little Mommy-me as my college daughter begins telling me a story about a job interview she recently had with the owner of an authentic Egyptian restaurant in her college town. I am all smiles, as you can see--a proud mama bear. My first-born is makin' her way in the world.
Then she reported that at some point in the interview, their conversation took this turn:
Him: I see on your application that you have dance experience. What kind?
Him: Really? Wow. I could use a belly dancer here! Are you willing to belly dance?
Me: Welcome to Mad Mama Bear Land, Mr. Restaurant Owner. I know that you have met my daughter; would you like to meet my teeth and claws?