She came to dance, dance, dance...

From her birthday party. 
Not exactly a grocery store shopping outfit.

P started a new dance class Monday night.  She loved it!  She also felt that dance class continued into Tuesday because she twirled and twisted and leaped all freaking day yesterday.  In the house, in the yard, and to the point of becoming a human pinball while we were in the grocery store yesterday.  Funny now, at the time, not so much.

Me: "Where are we?"

P: "At the grocery store."

Me: "Is that the same as dance class?"

P: " No.  I'm just twirling, see??" (proceeds to demonstrate twirls)

Good gravy.  Short of duct taping her hand to the cart and breaking open the twisty cap bottle of wine in my cart, there was no stopping her yesterday.  She felt the beat and had to dance.  She pinballed not only off my cart a number of times, but also aisle displays and the carts of complete strangers as well.   And every time she did this, the same response came out, "Whoa!" followed by a "WTH?!?" look on her face.  Dazed, yet somehow surprised that she rammed her body into something.  Again.  You all know it, you've all done it. One of those bounces may even have been topped off with a "Whoopsies", but I can't confirm that.

Today we go shopping for soccer gear.  Shoes, socks, shin guards, the whole she-bang!  Her 1st practice is tomorrow, and you bet my camera will be charged and ready to go. 

**This just in**

P: "MOM!  You got me graham crappers!?! You're the best!"

It is the little things that make you laugh isn't it!?

Enjoy your day!