The other day I was doing a goofy dance in the kitchen while I got lunch ready--a kicky, hoppy, jitterbuggy, jivy kind of thing (at least in my mind). Grace started yelling "Stop! Stop!" like someone was giving her an Indian rug burn.
I said "Stop what?"
"Dancing"
"Why? I'm having fun!"
"Because it's weird!"
Man, I thought I had at least a few more years before she started finding her mother embarrassing. But, she was probably right.
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AAAA! Sorry I haven't been keeping up on my blog reading very well! I'll go check right now!
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