So, we were listening to some music last night while our pizzas cooked, and I looked over to see my wonderful, beautiful daughter doing this around the kitchen table:
Substitute the “thumbs” for hand claps (off the beat, of course), and you’ve got her general routine.
No, she’s never seen Seinfeld.
Yes, she was really “dancing”.
“More like a full-body dry heave, set to music.”
I laughed so hard I cried.
And then I cried some more.