When I was a little kid, the most wonderful thing happened. I saw Grease. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I loved that movie. I just knew when I got to high school, we’d sing and bust out with these awesome dance routines every time I turned around. I couldn’t wait. My parents got me the album and I’d dance around the living room for hours pretending to be Olivia Newton-John. I’d stand on the hearth singing Greased Lightning at the top of my lungs and I knew every word and dance move by heart. I loved music and I loved to dance. This hasn’t changed. My kids aren’t really big dancers. Maybe they don’t like it, maybe they get embarrassed, maybe they’ve got Scott’s rhythm, who knows. Every now and then I can drag them up to dance with me, but it’s not easy or often. When we watch movies with dancing and music, sometimes I will see a foot tapping uncontrollably and maybe even a booty shake here and there. And occasionally, and this is rare, they will hop up, but only when they think you aren’t paying attention, and get their groove on. Sometimes THEY JUST GOTTA DANCE!!! Maybe they got a little momma in them after all!
P.S. Please forgive the horrible video, it’s hard to keep it still and hide it from a 4 year old. Oh yeah, and if you happen to run into Jackson any time soon, please keep this between us. He’s not ready to share his dancing with the world just yet!!