Dance Mama Dance

Today we woke to two sick kiddos. Thankfully Perry was supposed to be off, which really turned into a work-from-home day. He stayed home with the two sick kids and I took J and S to co-op. They enjoyed their time, but while there S and I began to feel slightly nauseous.

Knowing that we had a 45 minute drive home we decided to make the most of it. I turned the radio on. S and I danced in our seats. There was construction and really slow traffic. S and I were enjoying ourselves, be-bopping along until J changed the station. No problem, I thought. I just changed my car dancing to suit the music. Then, the music changed again.

Finally, I looked at J. He was embarrassed. I started laughing and dancing and added in some singing. He kept changing the station. Rock. Pop. Christian. Country (not my fave, but hey I know the most popular songs). Didn't matter I could totally change my car dancing to match the music. And, I could sing along. No problem. If I didn't know the words, it was easy enough to make up some new words. He was mortified by this point. S was laughing.

I thought back years ago to when the kids and I would have the suburban rocking back and forth with our car dancing. I wondered if E was with me if he would've joined in or been embarrassed. I'm thinking he would've joined in. He likes to dance.

After about 20 minutes of car dancing and laughing we settled back and enjoyed the ride home. It was totally worth the extra headache and nausea to see the embarrassed smile on J's face.