Hehehe! Soon after I started bellydancing my mother wanted to try it too. Honestly I think it's awesome. She does do this to me in public...it embarrasses me but then I realize I can't say anything because I dance my way through supermarkets...I held the threat of dancing in public over the heads of my children throughout their teens. If my daughter disappeared in Wally World I wouldn't bother calling her name: I'd just loudly announce that Carolina's mom was about to dance. She'd come whipping out of nowhere to stop me just in case one of her friends was nearby. I went to pick my son up at a friend's house one day and he yelled out the second floor window that he wasn't ready yet. I yelled back from the front porch that the music they were blasting had an awfully nice beat, almost middle eastern. He ran down the stairs to the front door, screaming, "Don't dance, Mom! I'm coming! Don't dance!"
Dancing is a powerful child raising tool- don't abuse it.