Tuesday, April 29, 2014

How to End a Dance Party

Lucy loves a dance party. Basically, that’s when Lucy, Will, and I dance around the living room, while we sing random songs. I typically bring hits of the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s to the mix; Lucy sings the score of “Frozen.” Anyway, we were in full dance party mode the other afternoon when this happened:

ME (enthusiastically singing): Shake, shake, shake! Shake, shake, shake! Shake your booty! Shake your BOOTY!

LUCY (shaking her little butt in the air): Mommy, now sing “Shake my HOOSY!”

ME (stopping abruptly): Shake your what? What did you just say?

LUCY (proudly): My hoosy!

ME (nervously): And what is a “hoosy” exactly?

LUCY (pointing down emphatically to her frontal region): This!

ME (on the verge of a heart attack): Umm, what are you pointing to?

LUCY: MY HOOSY! I told you, Mommy.

ME: But, where is it exactly?

LUCY (laughing): Can't you see? It’s my BELLY!

ME (so very relieved): Your belly is not a hoosy. Let's not call it that, okay?

LUCY: But it’s just a made-up word, Mommy!

ME: You didn’t hear something that rhymes with “hoosy” anywhere?

LUCY: No, silly! Of course not!

ME: Well, then let’s make up a new word, okay?

LUCY: Like blop?

ME: Much better.

LUCY: Now can we dance?

ME (heading to the kitchen for a drink): Pretty sure the dance party is over. 

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