Ben has turned into a spontaneous dancer, and I have to say, I couldn’t be happier. He clearly pays attention to music and doesn’t hesitate to let the spirit move him – really move him. It also appears that some of it is genetic.
We were at Whole Foods tonight for dinner – it’s Ben’s favorite “restaurant” – and dancing. It started when I was changing his diaper, and “Boogie On Reggae Woman” came on over the sound system. “Mommy, this is my song, MY song mommy.” He has only heard it about 500 times in the car, courtesy of mommy’s mobile jukebox, and figured out early on how to dance to it while tethered into the car seat.
There were different musical temptations from dinner, but when this song started, not even sorbet could hold him. I didn’t hear it at first, and was irritated to have him run away. But once I heard the cowbell, I understood. Even a three year old knows he’s got to give it up.
Dinner and dancing in a nearly empty supermarket. It doesn’t get much better than that.