So. The other night I caught myself about to pass up a wonderful opportunity: It was bed time and my son and I were winding down for the night. We watch the Disney Channel (yeah... that's another story for another day/entry) before going to bed and when a cool song comes on, sometimes we dance. Now when I say "we" dance, I mean that I dance around while I hold him. And as fas as I'm concerned, that counts as my aerobic exercise!

 

Anyway. We were watching the DC and a cool song came on. I was comfortable and sleepy and didn't get up to dance. Benjamin, however, immediately popped up and started bopping to the music. Sometimes, if it's too late, I'll tell him lie back down but this time I let him dance. He then got off the bed, danced for a second, turned to me and said, "Dance Mommy.?" (That wasn't a punctuation typo; the way he says it, it's part statement and part question. Really cute most of the time.) I was about to decline but suddenly realized that: My Son was asking me to dance with him. How many times in my past have I longed for someone I cared about to ask me to dance. Here was My Son, no less, asking and I was about to say no.

 

::smack to the forehead::

 

D'oh!

 

I think I quickly turned the "nnn" to a "why thank you! I'd love to dance," and made a mental note about how grateful I was to seize the moment.

 

Well, back to Chicken Run. That cool song ought to be coming up soon anyway and it's dance time for Mommy!