The Toddler Files -- No Dancing Please

Somehow I thought this day wouldn't come for awhile. I could envision it happening maybe as we chaperoned a junior high school dance, but certainly not now. This Saturday morning as our darlings sat in their highchairs eating homemade waffles, the Dooodlebops played in the background and Hubby and I danced. The younger of our twin daughters looked at us, squinted, shook her head and clearly told us, "No."

Perhaps this incident could be brushed aside as sheer coincidence, or attributed to her recent discovery of and overzealous use of the word "No."

Unfortunately, yesterday afternoon, as Disney tunes played in the background, I danced again, carefree and fun. That's me right? The cool mommy of the toddler twins? Apparently not. Again troubled, the same twin observed for a moment, shook her head and said flatly, "No."

I will interpret this as an early appearance of the inevitable, "Mom, stop it. You are embarrassing me."

I suppose I will react as any reasonably sane mommy would. I will continue to shake my groove thing 'til it just won't shake anymore. It should be a good lesson for the girls in learning to accept the rhythmically challenged.