It's gotten out of hand. We started pretty calm at the beginning of the year, with your disco points and everything, but now we've got attempts at break dancing and overtly sexual awkwardnesses. One of my favorite dancers--the one who hops and giggles--didn't even know what to do when it was her turn. She tried something semi-breakdance, semi-shimmy until she gave up and bunny hopped around the circle.
Things just aren't what they used to be.
Ah, the children are merely in the molting stage of their development. Instead of using oats and other grains, these young mealworms are wiggling with disco and other music. Always, a mixture of pride, amusement, anxiety, and perhaps occasional embarrassment to the observing adult.
ReplyDeleteWhat was don't call me mom's face doing in the proximity of the dancing elbows? Do be careful when Dance Party Friday rolls around again.
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