So I was having a bright moment with the kids in the kitchen the other day. We were cooking pasta and chicken and somehow the subject of dancing came about. Of course I had to chime in about what a great dancer I was back in the day - disco and rock. I mean, I danced with the best of them - doing the hustle and banging my head!
As I was shaking my hip and enjoying the moment, my son said to me, "So, Mom, you're really talking about waltzing, right? Since you were born in like the 1800's?"
{Arrrrrggghhhh}
As my daughter chuckled, I grabbed my son's arm and said, "shall we?"
Needless to say, after some fancy footwork, I threw the young lad for quite the loop. He turned a blush red and panted a bit. Then he fell to the chair as I let him go.
I, on the other hand, walked away quite pleased - knowing after all these years I've still got the moves! :)
What a great reminder that we are never too old to enjoy ourselves. :)