Dancing King

The other day, I was listening to some tunes while doing my morning dish routine. I hummed along to a jazzy Death Cab for Cutie song and looked up right as Jed ran into the kitchen. He waved a garden trowel in one hand while the other fist waved into the air. His feet high stepping, he marched into the kitchen and looked up at me with that huge, uneven-toothed grin of his. He was dancing, all on his own!
Who can resist such a vision! I dropped my scrub brush and we danced together all around the house, jumping, giggling, waving our hands in the air, laughing at ourselves and proud of Jed's latest masculine talent. Now we dance every day, and usually daddy joins in with us.