So last night was our weekly trip to the dance studio for Elli's ballet class and Michael's Hip-hop class (still trying not to cringe when I say that . . .) On our way to the studio we drive pass a typical southern looking home that is for sale. Michael says "That's a cute little bungalow Well, technically a bungalow anyway . . ." Shocked by the comment I ask him why he thinks it's a bungalow (Apparently that was a stupid question based on his reaction) He proceeds to give me quite the definition and I nod and smile as I usually do, used to Michael's rantings based on a small piece of info he stumbled across and then expanded on in his own mind. Later, out of curiosity as to what the difference was, I Googled it . . . SERIOUSLY?? My 9 year old can state, almost verbatim, what defines a bungalow!
Later on,after classes were done, Michael begins to fill me in on how he really needs to find a flat surface without carpet or sharp-pointy tile so he can practice his "moves" . . . This brought back memories of my childhood when a piece of the linoleum, pulled up from the kitchen floor, was saved to put on the floor so my older siblings could practice THEIR "moves". Sadly, they're the SAME moves. I have a short clip of Michael doing the coffee grinder (kind of), but it will be a while before I will have the stomach to video him spinning on his back.
On our way home, I had the kids' CD "Free to Be You and Me" playing for the 12 billionth time. Though I had the sound turned strictly to the back speakers, Drew was going bonkers. Apparently he is not skilled at tuning kids' annoying sounds out. (As a side note, I personally LOVED this particular album so secretly enjoy that my kids love it so much. When Drew's not in the car, we all sing at the top of our lungs - JOY!) The part that made me laugh was that Drew attempted to start a "serious" conversation on where the heck they got the lyrics to one of my favorite songs . . . in particular: "So they made Ooey, gooey chocolate cake. Sticky, licky sugar top and they gobbled it and giggled." He wanted to know if there really were such things as ooey, gooey chocolate cake or sticky, licky sugar topping . . . REALLY? MAN, my husband needs a vacation!
I'm just glad we made the trip to and from the studio without any real incident. Not easy to do with 4 kids, one of which is really starting to discover his freedom, but doesn't have much to do while we are there.
Hopefully we will get a chance to post a couple of videos/pics of the kids dancing sometime tomorrow.
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