Spinning, spinning, spinning like a gypsy dancer. Where I'll stop, nobody knows.
That was HC last night. Daddy turned on the local PBS station airing "Classic Country". Took me back to camping w/my grandparents. Took my husband back to his childhood home. Made HC, a teeny one year old, wanna bust a groove right there in the living room. Obviously she got her good tastes from both sides of the family. Daddy would disagree because Mommy couldn't name 4 out of the 6 singers on stage. :)
She was twirling. One arm straight out w/hand in the "stop sign" pose. Then she slowed. Someone had twirled herself silly. She side stepped it (looking quite like a drunkard) half way across the room, full speed ahead. Giggling the whole way & heading straight for the corner of the end table.
Daaaadddyyy, I screamed. Luckily, he caught her & all was well. She thought that was pretty grand so the whole process started again. I don't think she could have been more proud of her dancing & the whole house was grinning ear to ear.
Daddy 1, End table 0
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