So I catch my 3 year old laying on her back in the middle of the kitchen floor slowly pushing herself around with her feet. I ask "what are you doing?" Her response is "I'm doing like Mo". For all those unfamiliar with the Doodlebops, it's a Canadian trio that dresses up in colored costumes and wigs and are a band that gets transported to concerts by a tye-dye shirt, chuck footed bus driver named Bob that keeps a blender on the dash. I kid you not. Mo breakdances regularly as the board the bus before embarking on their journey. My three year old is attempting to break dance in my kitchen. I am unable to assist, as my version would be striking similiar to hers. We've also tried the worm in the past and spent a Saturday morning practicing 'crowd surfing' so I don't know why I'm even surprised by this cute little circular scooching. It proves to me 2 things;1- The 80's have officially landed, again. I never thought I'd see the day, I really REALLY didn't.
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2- Everything is cute when it's little. Like a mini cup cake or size 0 chucks. ADORABLE.
There does come a time when your little ones get bigger and then pass over the line of cuteness. I know it happens. Their funny little comments become more rude smart mouthniness like the 6-year old downstairs who tells my daughter she's medium "for a kid" and I'm large (oh dang precious) even for an adult. I do my best not to squelsh her with my sarcastic comments in front of her very lovely parents who fail to flinch has said 6 year old raises her arm as if to strike them when being told what to do. Yeah, that'd fly with me. Remember Homey the clown? Homey don't play that
