Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Mambo

Yesterday I was unloading the dishwasher and Joseph was reading a book. All of the sudden he threw his book down and exclaimed "Mommy! I just remembered that I know how to mambo!"

And then he started to dance.

It was ... it was like Frankenstein and a zombie had a baby. And then that baby got drunk and tried to mambo.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I watched him thrash and clunk across the room. He moved with the enthusiasm and confidence that one only possesses when they know they are a good dancer. When he noticed me smiling at him he got a huge grin on his face and said "I told you I knew how to mambo!"

Then he mamboed his way over to the couch and sat down to read again.

Can we all agree that we'll never tell him that he dances like a drunken zombie baby? I couldn't bear the lose of cuteness that would occur.

One year ago I was in peak physical condition.
Two years ago today I was terrified of ET. I still am.
Five years ago today I got a belly.

1 comment:

dancing_lemur said...

This story made me laugh out loud--I love it! I wish I could be so un-self-conscious and just get up and dance sometimes!