One of the other dads bends down to hear my daughter over the band’s acoustic euphony. She blurts out her excitement, her phone chord curls bouncing in time with the beat.

“{{I have magic in my hands and I can touch the walls and turn them different colors but ACTually the magic is in my WHOLE body and if I want to I can BLAST it all out but there will always be moooore!}}”

She improvs a pirouette and darts back to reunite with the gaggle of kids hopping and twirling and otherwise gettin’ down at the foot of the stage, their faces painted in bliss. (Read the rest)