Last night as I was cleaning up after dinner, I heard a commotion come from the living room.
I yelled in to Daughter, “What are you doing?”
She replied, “I dancing!”
Okay. That’s fine. She’s just a loud dancer.
When the dishes were done, I walked into the living room to find my just-turned-three-year-old waving a scarf, wiggling her little butt and singing, “Shake! Shake Your Booty!”
A smile came across my face before I could stop it.
“Who taught you to say that, Bear?”
She didn’t answer, just kept singing.
I kept smiling.
Then she handed me the scarf and yelled, “Mom! Your turn!”
And I shook my booty as best I could.
Its’ Friday… go shake your booty…