The video at the bottom is the same...for some reason it downloaded two...one on the bottom and one on the top. I've tried to delete one but I can't. Double the fun I guess!
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It's a little past their bedtime, we've read many books as is the usual nighttime routine, but the boys are still in our king bed with me.
I'm not sure when or which one of them turned on the bedside clock radio but it plays the tune of a song I do not recognize. It's a dance song...on a station that plays Top 40.
When did I become so uncool that I do not recognize a Top 40 song??
"Watch me Mumma!" my 3 year old dances manically atop our bed watching himself in the mirror adjacent.
"You've got the moves like Jagger buddy!" I tell him as I lay comfortably with my youngest who's feeling the effects of the busy day, curled up beside me, his tired head resting on my chest.
Yes, that song I am familiar with. I haven't become completely uncool I suppose. Yet.
But, my son's moves?...are not entirely like Jagger.
More like a standing seizure with the random leg kick, and an occasional raise the roof.
Okay, so maybe a little bit like Jagger.
It's pretty incredible to watch.
Quite the entertainer, this sweet child 'o mine.
"Who's Jaggah?" he asks.
"The lead singer for the biggest rock band of all time. The Rolling Stones."
I'm not sure that he heard me as he continues to jab his elbow out to the side, hopping on one leg now, still intently watching himself in the mirror.
Oh this kid? Clearly did not get his rhythm from me, of that I'm sure.
"Mumma...who's Jaggah again?" He stops his convulsive like dance moves.
The unfamiliar song has now ended.
"Mick Jagger. He sings in a rock and roll band."
He flops down onto his hands and knees, crawls over to us and gives his little brother a loud smacking kiss on the cheek.
And it hits me.
I'll take uncool any day.
'Cause this Motherhood thing? Is pretty much the coolest job in the world.
This was obviously not when the above event occurred,
however, this is a prime example of how the dance off's
go in our house.
5 comments:
I'm with you.
It is cool until your kids are old enough to tell you how embarrassing you are. My oldest has a band concert tonight and gave me strict orders to dress up nice and not wear my ripped jeans and t-shirts. I wonder if he'd be embarrassed if I broke out my moves like Jagger during the concert....
Lovely. And I agree whole-heartedly. Beside, the young'uns will help us stay hip - my two-year-old requested Lady Gaga on the radio the other day. I have no idea who taught her that.
Aww, love this. Love that song too ;)
What a nice boy.
I loved this little glimpse into your world! Thank you again for linking up with us. I've loved getting to know you better through your MOMents!
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