As soon as I found out my sister was getting married, I knew I’d have a problem getting my three sons to go.

They are tall, strong, and big. They are not graceful. And they just laugh at the idea of doing formal dancing.

To get them interested, I spoke a language they understood. I told them that, if they agreed to learn to dance at the bridal dance lessons, they would impress the pretty bridesmaids.

The next Saturday they showed up, ready to waltz.

The day of the wedding they surprised themselves by enjoying being dressed in tuxedos and were surprised when every girl they asked to dance said yes.

There’s just something about a smooth-dancing man.