dance party

June 7, 2017

As we eat dinner. He breaks out into uncontainable dance party. Now we’re gonna get funky funky funky! he yells. Then manically runs through half remembered segments of the Cha Cha SlideReverse reverse! Charlie Brown. Everybody clap your hands! Dancing from one corner of the front room to the other. Up on the couch. Up on the chair. Singing. And a non-stop run of words emanate from his mouth.

He breakdances. A few moves that he learned in his dance class at school. Drops to a pose. A peace sign with fingers. Lays on the floor and laughs. Then jumps up to begin again.

Early summer. Sunlight evening through windows. 95 degrees still. he in his Red Stars jersey from the game earlier. Us, we, his parents laugh from this unexpected turn of dinner events.

 

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band practice

February 24, 2017

After dinner he asks if we want to have a band. He plays his cat piano. She plays a ukulele. Per his request, I play my guitar. A few plucks, strums and plonks and he declares this the worst band ever.

You know what the most important part about being in a band is? I ask.

What? 

Having fun.

Then he starts us gain and we play for a longer duration.

dream

February 8, 2016

Things said to me while I dreamt I was taking a German class at a community college.

That bike is like a tutor mobile. 

That bag makes you look like a dad.

Signing up for an account before class starts is like twenty percent of our grade.