Dancing Fairy took me on a date last night. I love love love it when my children get old enough to take me on dates, rather than the other way around.
She took me to the movie theater where she works. I asked her if she’d be embarrassed to go with her mom. After a pause, she said, “No.”
Then I asked her if she’d be embarrassed if I did the squid walk. She said, “Mommmmmm! Please don’t.”
Which, in Wrink-ese, means, “Pay dirt.”
When she was putting on her makeup, I came in and did a little preview. And immediately received a squid-walk critique. “No, your arms have to be lower and wave just a little bit.” The squid walk is harder to do well than you might suspect.
So, when we got to the theater, I just tried limping really badly. “Mommmmmm!”
Then I gave up and just was my own bad self. “Mommmmm!”
Finally, after the movie, when the credits were rolling, “My Sharona’, I danced in the aisle. The theater was mostly empty, but she still said, “OK, that’s enough.”
I can be SUCH a fun date. If only she would let me.
Edited to add:
Carol wisely pointed out that the only thing missing from this post was a video of the squid walk. The voice offering a critique is DF’s, even though we sound alike. And I just realized how alike we sound, which is kind of late-breaking news.