I was washing the dishes last week when my daughter danced by. She’s growing, quickly, and every night her bones begin to stretch around suppertime. Her answer to this pain is to defiantly strut through our apartment like it’s a fashion runway, listening to music in her headphones, dancing out the lyrics to the songs, applying the healing miracle of being entirely fabulous. It’s kind of like watching Mick Jagger.
No kid could have a better Daddy DJ!
Annie Mac, Rob Da Bank, and Mary Ann Hobbs put curated the soundtrack to life for a long time. I miss them!