Ellie is so silly and insists - each evening - that she put on a dress, a "scarf" (notice the dish towel around her neck) and glasses (my reading glasses, of course) so that she can DANCE, DANCE, DANCE. I've noticed that she has quite an interest in "interpretive" dance moves, sometimes even using a hoola-hoop to express her inner Chita Rivera. She loves to shake that booty and even screams "oooowww" (R.I.P. James Brown) if the right song comes on. At the end of it all, she runs to the long mirror, admires herself greatly and then bows and says, "thank, you, thank you."
What have I gotten myself into?
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