Thursday, November 13, 2008

Dancing with the... nope.

I was making pumpkin puree and K stood on a chair watching me. She noticed the radio on my parents' kitchen counter and asked to dance so I turned it on and started to move to the music with her. She pointed to Tuesday and indicated that she should dance too. Then she turned back around and put a hand on my arm - very adult-like in her manner.

"Mommy? Mommy." Her tone was urgent. She waited until she had eye contact (just like I make her do) before firmly telling me, "no."

"Oh you want me to stop dancing?"


And then she and Tuesday continued to dance. Clearly my dance moves don't even impress a 1.5 year old.


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