Lately I've been taking every opportunity I can to throw my music on our awesome sound system - especially when I'm cooking or cleaning. I mainly wait until my man isn't around because he likes the sort of music where loud angry men scream things in German while torturing their instruments and my tastes are far more hippy-like and I like to dance without an audience.
When the kids are around I'll bust out the daggy 90s stuff or the more boppy top 40 stuff. Madam's a big fan of Katy Perry and James is thoroughly obsessed with Lady Gaga. I personally nurse a Roxette fetish.
A few days ago I was making dinner while the kids danced up a storm. James just jumps around, stamping his feet, waving his arms and lolling his head back and forth to the music. Charlotte...well Charlotte is much better at coordinated dance moves but there was really only one way to describe it. Bootylicious. The girl is not yet six but it was like she was channeling Beyoncé. I was thoroughly shocked - it's not like we even let them watch the music channels so I had no clue where she would have seen dancing like that. But I was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Charlotte! Where on earth did you learn to dance like that?"
She looked up at me in confusion, pausing mid-gyration.
"Mama, this is how you dance when you think no one's watching. Do you like it? I've been practicing."
Huh. I will have to pay more attention to how I dance with the kids around. Still, at least the burlesque appears to have paid off.
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