Rhythm........

I've never been what you call a good dancer. I seem to lack that essential ingredient called rhythm. When it comes to dance moves....well I have none. In fact my dance moves are so awkward it has actually become a good way to make Ben laugh, when he has had a bad day all I have to do is try really hard to dance good when he walks through the door and suddenly compared to my dancing his problems don't seem so bad.

So you would think after knowing all this about myself, I would no longer attempt this particular type of self expression right? Wrong.

The problem is I happen to love music. I find it almost impossible to cook dinner without it. So the other night as I was in the kitchen (mind you this was in the privacy of my own home, a place we should all feel safe to be ourselves), I got caught up in a song and started to bust out some of my best moves. Since Sophie Kate was the only one around I really let go and danced my very very best. She stopped dead in her tracks and with the the most seriously confused look says to me "what's that?"

"ummm that's dancing" I said.

She just walked away.

I guess if you have to explain what your doing to a two year old you probably shouldn't be dancing at all. Lesson learned.