Thursday, November 15, 2007

Shake Your Birdie

Bill has danced with me once. Ever. It was at our wedding, of course. By the time he had loosened up enough to dance a second time we were back at the bed and breakfast, sleeping. Every once in a while he apologizes for this, but his apologies should not be misconstrued as an offer to make it up to me.

Which is why about six months ago he apologized slightly differently, and in advance. Because he realizes that whenever Bebe Lulu wants to dance with him, he will say yes.

So we do a lot of dancing around here lately. Luckily Bebe is not afraid to go solo once in a while, singing with her opera face and spinning through the kitchen or bobbing across the couch. If you seem too relaxed during the good song that's playing she'll run over and say "UP. UP. DANCE!" And you had better.

Which explains why the other night all three Stahls were in the living room, each hand clenching a crayon (a key prop) and shake shake shaking while Bebe yelled "Shake your birdie!"

1 comment:

Vicky said...

We have dance parties in our house often too. Becca often requests different songs and instructs us to "Shake your booty" or "Shake your Grandpa". Kids are too funny.