Day XV

My kid is a dancer.

He doesn’t hide it; he embraces it. And like his father and uncle he has no shame.

Jack lets the music move him and he feels it from head to toe.

Each type of music brings out a different move.

Rap –
He bounces his knees deeply. He pumps one arm – the other grabbing the coffee table. (This is a new move, circa yesterday.) (It’s almost like he’s raising the roof.)
Jump! Jump!

Classic rock –
This is my favorite move. It usually comes out when he’s eating dinner and we have put music on. He’ll stop eating, close his eyes and sway his arms over his head back and forth… it’s like he should have a lit mini lighter and be in the crowd at an Eagles concert.

Anything with saxophone – loves the saxophone. This is more of a slow sway with a quick grin. (How do you dance to a saxophone?)

Motown – this is usually accompanied with giggles and quick hops. He likes to stand at the entertainment system and wiggle his bum like Beyonce.

If he’s in the crawl position with no hope of standing up, he’ll doesn't let that stop him. He just rocks back and forth until the song is over.

If I am holding him and he really likes the tune, he’ll wiggle down from my arms just to get into the best possible situation to dance like a mad-man.

He’ll recruit others. He’ll stare at you and motion until you join in – or feel like a jerk for not dancing. He even gets me, the most uncoordinated, bah-humbug dancer in the world.

And he’ll let you know if he doesn’t like the song. He will stop dead in his tracks until you find something better. He may even shout at you to pay attention and switch the song.

I foresee rug burns on his forehead from head spins the night before he meets his future in-laws and extended family.

I forsee a ruined knee from too much dancing at a wedding so bad that Husband will have to drive to another state to pick him up.

I forsee circles forming around him.

Jacket off. Tie askew.

"Go Jackie! Go Jackie! Go Jackie! Go! Go!"