My little kid cracks me up. She asked why she had no school Monday. I explained it was President's Day. "Presents Day?" she smiled. That's cute. That's like how she pronounces Valentine's as Balance Time Day.
"What do I get?" she continued.
"Isn't it a present enough to get a day off?" I asked. I did not have the day off, but she did. She got to hang with the grandparents, and that is always a barrel of laughs. They spoil her rotten. Gifts, lunches out, snacks - whatever she wants. It's her fave.
Speaking of grandparents, she started to sing "All the Single Ladies" by Beyonce, one morning as I did her hair. She only knew the first two lines that go "All the single ladies, all the single ladies." I stopped, amused, and looked at her.
"Who taught you that?" I asked.
"Popo!" she answered.
"Really? Did she also teach you the dance moves?" My mom, a former dancer, keeps the passion for dancing in her heart. She always enrolls in senior classes that teach hula and lower impact dancing. She for years was involved in a seniors club in which the ladies went around and danced for even older people in nursing homes. Not too many years ago, she asked me to burn her a Barry Manilow CD in which Copacabana was set to loop, so she could practice her dance routine to that over and over without hitting play every three minutes on the CD player.
Yes, Olivia replied, and showed me some semi-coordinated steps.
Wow, I thought. What goes on over there when I drop her off for sleep overs?
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