Or, how The Teenager is really an alien from the planet DanceYourBootyOff.
This is The Teenager at yesterday’s volleyball game, dancing on the volleyball court. In front of people. With a smile on her face. Without bursting into flames of embarrassment; I may never recover from the shock.
You’re probably thinking that the fact that her team won both of its matches against its opponent was the cause behind the little display but, you would be wrong; they won both matches alright but the dancing started during warm-ups before the game was even underway; The Teen was merely expressing her joy at being alive and comfortable with herself.
In other news, the Pope declared yesterday a Day of Miracles. It’s true, you can look it up.
Ok, maybe it’s not true but, someone should really encourage him to think about it.
Following The Teenager’s game, Hugh and I joined the Man-Cub’s football scrimmage, already in progress. It will come as no surprise that the Man-Cub is just as enthusiastic about his sport as his sister is about hers and that, after intercepting a pass from the oposing team's quarterback, he did a little dance of his own. His dance was a wee bit more showy and ostentacious than his sister's but, he's only 10 and not a Middle School girl; the threat of disdain from his peers has no effect on him.
That said, I don’t know what it is about my kids and dancing but I think I like it.