No Dancing, Please

When I was a kid and on vacation with my family, my grandmother stumbled while stepping onto a moving belt to get on a ride at the World's Fair in New York City. The ride attendant kindly said, "No dancing, please." We all laughed, including my grandmother. So through the years, whenever anyone stumbles, we always use that line. Well, on Friday, papa was taking our granddaughter, Tootsie, to the doctor. She stumbled and quickly retorted, "No dancing, please." So, the line continues into the fifth generation.