Last night the boys were antsy while I was putting in some late work. S was grounded from TV and the computer for using a bad word (a continuing problem lately, but I am hopeful we can get it under control.)
I decided to give them something to move to and put on some old DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince and Run DMC. Oh, it was fun. They are the cutest dancers. Tricky, tricky, tricky!
Even funnier is that they dance like boys ... they bop around for a while, run into each other, wrestle for a minute, dance again, and then one decides to kick the other in the booty and then they wrestle again.
We followed the old school stuff with a very solemn rendition of the "Imperial Death March" from The Empire Strikes Back. S rapidly found a black cloak and a Darth Vader Mask. A decided he would be the Jedi, hide behind the couch and then attack.
Then to get calmed down for bed, well, "Puff, the Magic Dragon," of course.
We are definitely still loving Rhapsody.