Last night, while my husband was putting our little girl to bed, my son and I had a pajama dance party. Just the two of us. Dancing to the irritating tunes of our little red kids keyboard.
My son wanted me to copy his dance moves. His dancing looks like a cross between ninja gymnastics and a massive epileptic seizure.
I should have videotaped it, but I was valiantly trying to copy his moves.
This morning my right knee is in severe pain. I’m just too old for that kind of dancing.