I rented a movie for Connor today as a reward for his good report card. We put the movie, Chipmunks 2, on in his playroom downstairs (read: where I would not be forced to SEE or HEAR it) when the other kids went to bed. I went downstairs to check on him and discovered him in the bathroom, pants and underwear off (having just finished going the bathroom I guess) doing pantless air guitar in front of the bathroom mirror. When he saw me he said, “Oh hey Mommy… I was just… dancing.” Yeah, son, without your freakin’ PANTS!
In this house, we dance with pants ON.
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Jun