Lately G, our almost-3-year-old, is really into dancing. She calls it “doing my moves.” Every day she’ll come up to us excitedly and ask if we want to do moves with her. Hers are a combo of stomping, jerking elbows, shaking hips, and Mr. Roboto. It’s become a nightly routine–good for her, good for us in that it gets some of her energy out before bedtime!
The other night we laughed as we realized that since we live on the 14th floor and were dancing in a well lit room, we’re visible to a whole lot of people on the hill opposite our building. And since G is quite short, she’s not visible over the couch like we are. So to anyone watching from outside, we look like two 30-somethings, stomping, jerking elbows, shaking hips, and doing Mr. Roboto. Word.
Notes from the Edge 