Yesterday morning, while making lunches and doing the morning routine we were listening to the music from the Disney movie, Frozen. We all have it memorized we’ve listened to it so much. While spreading peanut butter and jelly on bread I started to pretend to ballet dance – large sweeping lunges, pirouettes, graceful arm movements in sync to the music. They all giggled and Kiefer says, “Mom, I didn’t know you knew ballet!?!” Then I acted like I pulled a hamstring muscle and said, “I don’t! Ohhh, ouch, ouch, ouch” as I did my next few dance moves. They all cracked up! The finale needed with me twirling Flether like an ice skating pair with him on his side and me instructing him to put his arms out as we spanned (and acted like we got dizzy!)
Then we had to race out the door and I have visions of their backpacks bouncing all the way down the court on their backs as they raced to catch the screeching tires of the bus.
It reminded me of another morning (last year, I think?) when while doing the lunch packing drill I started talking in a British accent. They all joined in and for the rest of the morning we had numerous “Cheerios!” and “Right, quite right, Indeed” and “Carry On’s” and did I mention giggles?
I asked Daddy-O if he thinks they’ll look back and remember that their mother was crazy. He said they’ll look back and remember they always had to run for the bus because their mom was silly (and (hopefully?) not the times that I yelled.)
We need more mornings that send the off with giggles!