i love a kid who, before his third birthday, recognizes that fridays are cause for dancing.
this morning we put one of john's "toddler tunes" cds on and he was listening in the living room, but he got tired of it and brought me another cd - the "anxious dog music" cd we tried for buddy back at the height of his craziness.
"mommy, i want to listen to DOG music!" said my gleeful little bug.
so i put it in the cd player, and the twinkly "calming" piano started. and john said, "i want to dance, but i need my red tutu!"
you know i am not a mom built to deny a boy his tutu. so pjs and tutu and all, we danced around the living room for a while. we did spins, and leaps, and bows.
after a little while, i looked at the clock. "mama's gotta go get ready, my love," i said reluctantly. "we have to get you to school."
he looked at me innocently and said, "i wear my tutu to school?"
i talked him out of that plan and into some clothes, and we were off to start the day.
and no matter what this day winds up holding, a day that starts out with a dance in the living room can't be a bad one.
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