A Secret Identity and a New Major

Some disturbing news.
My father is in fact a professional salsa dancer posing as a dentist.
My adopted older-but-shorter brother broke it to me:
"I discovered this horrible, horrible secret one night in Vallejo. I was helping an old lady look for her cat [He's so kind, always helping the elderly find their various pets] and I saw your dad in an alley practicing his moves. He was wearing a cape and a total outfit. Then he went to a club and I saw someone hand him a bag with a dollar sign on it."
I'm still trying to get over the shock.
But I love my dad and I will just have to adjust to his salsa-dancing lifestyle.
Oh and I am officially declaring my major:
Piratism. With an emphasis on pilfering and a minor in swashbuckling.