Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music … celebrate … celebrate,” Jim stopped singing and dancing to the Three Dog Night tune when his daughter, Amber entered the room.

“What’s got you so happy, Dad? Stock market add to your portfolio today?”

“No,” he said with a frown. “Maybe. I don’t know. I never checked.”

“I know I’m going to dread asking this, but did you …”

“Bup, bup, bup…” he said with his index finger to his lips.

Amber rolled her eyes.

“Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music …” he sang, grabbed and spun her around. 

“Dad, you got it, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s the way I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh."

“That fellowship you applied for, you, you finally got it? You’ve been waiting for it, forever!”

“Yes, I did. I love you, baby girl. My dream is finally coming to fruition. I can’t wait for Mom and your brother to get home, so we can … Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music …”

“Oh, Dad, I’m so proud of you,” Amber said, giving him a high-five.

“Yup, the U.S. Institute of Health & Science came through. Now I can study why Chimpanzees throw their feces.”

Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music …