I've been working out at Crossfit Dartmouth for years. I love it so much that I finally talked my 14-year-old daughter into joining me for some of my workouts. There's nothing healthier to do with your child, and the bonding time has been great. I wouldn't change it for the world–except for one thing.

I've honestly never paid too much attention to it before I started going to the gym with her, but every time we leave the gym, I dread driving past the King's Inn on Route 6 in Dartmouth.

The "night club" has done a number of external renovations over the past year or so. I can't speak to any internal renovations that have been made.

No, seriously, I can't.

Included in the renovations was a brand new sign out in front of the building. It's always so awkward and uncomfortable every time I pass that sign. I feel like we both make it a point to find an excuse to look away at something different. I'll comment on the song on the radio, or ask her to plug my time into my workout app. Anything, anything at all, to distract from the picture of that red, high-heeled pump with the crown resting on top. It's the worst!

I was laughing about it with a neighbor of mine. He said that his six-year-old daughter asked him about it the other day. "Daddy, can we go in there to see the princesses?" she asked as they drove by the King's Inn.

"The princesses?!?!?" He was astonished.

"Yeah, they must have Disney princesses in there because I see the crown and the magic slipper," she said.

Not exactly.