Thursday, June 21, 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...

wait!

was that....


Really?

His hips moved. A ghost of a wiggle.

He'll do fine.

6 comments:

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 baby...baby...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....

Spanglish said...

Blink blink cracks me up.

Jenny said...

Hell yes. There's still hope.