TT came rushing into my bedroom this morning full of excitement, saying, "Look, Mommy, I'm half Irish!" Then he began dancing a pretty decent jig for someone who has never had lessons.
Later at breakfast, he was showing us his Denny Terio dance moves once again. We convinced him to try to clap his hands over his head every now and then. He lost his balance and fell, exclaiming (I kid you not), "Oh, my spleen!!"
Then he told us: "If you let me dance on the table, it could be my stage!"
Sunday, August 27, 2006
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