Last Friday evening, I took my nine year old daughter, Hannah, to the Father-Daughter Ball at the Greysolon Grand Ballroom, in Duluth, Minnesota. We dressed up to the hilt. She had her hair done special, and I bought her a tiara and a corsage. My little princess and I had a splendid time together! After a delicious banquet, we danced the night away! We did the "Chicken Dance", "The Hokie Pokie", "YMCA","The Limbo" and three wonderful hours worth of other numbers! At the end of the night, my feet were really sore, and Hannah beamed from ear to ear. It was one of the best experiences we've ever had together. Now, there's a rule somewhere that Wesleyan ministers aren't supposed to shake their legs like that -- but on Friday night, I followed a higher law, and am a better daddy for it. When we walked into the crowded ballroom, I saw another Wesleyan pastor and his little girl. So, if I'm ever called before the Sanhedrin on this, at le...