Thursday, 21 June 2007

he did the wiggle

B has decided we eat too much processed food. (He's right.)
And I've been reading about the 100 Miles thing. It does make sense.

So last night I brought home ingredients and went through the recipe rapid-fire with B, finishing up with a hip-bump and a warbled "Spread it real good!" ala Salt and Pepper (ah, the eighties. When I was younger, cuter and seriously unaware of what a dork I look like dancing.)

He looked confused. "Aren't you going to write that down?"

I scrawled it on our blackboard, crossly, then stood by while he read it.

B sighed.

"It's fish."

"It is."

"And weird stuff."

I blink-blinked at him.

He turned back to the blackboard.

"So, do you get it?"

He nodded, still reading. Then down to the last line and...


was that....


His hips moved. A ghost of a wiggle.

He'll do fine.


jAMiE said...

Just happened upon your blog...i'm enjoying reading it, i like the way you tell a story.

kimmyk said...

Work it on out B!

Ohhh baby

thanks for the song stuck in my head.

Stomper Girl said...

I love that you blink-blinked at him.

Angewl said...

Another great blog. I love the way you describe things.

Now, what the heck got B to moving those hips? What was on the last line??

Love that song....

Anonymous said...

Blink blink cracks me up.

Jenny said...

Hell yes. There's still hope.