Took DS along to the Y6 disco last night. Left him in the hall with the kids and went to chat with the other parents. Then the call went round to say we all had to go in for the last few dances with our kids. Everyone was lined up arm-in-arm ready for a sentimental sing-along and my DS was nowhere to be seen. Looked all around frantically for him. Called home to make sure he hadn't done a runner. Checked the toilets. Asked around. There was a conga going on by this time so I checked it end to end. And then eventually I found him in the corner hiding behind the piano with a couple of mates. Apparently dancing with mum is cringey, even when its the last week of primary 99% of your school mates are doing it too. [sad] [sad] [sad]