Five o’Clock Disco Breakdown

When five o’clock rolls around, it’s time to dance. “It’s five o’clock!” I shout, and you immediately start your funny shuffle, some cross between the Running Man and the Moon Walk. “Clear the dance floor!” I say, kicking books, stuffed animals, and assorted wooden puzzle pieces. I give a particularly rough kick to any toy that uses batteries and makes noise, hoping it will “accidentally” break. Then, with a good beat blasting, we dance.

You prefer to dance in my arms, face to face, bouncing your own exaggerated bounces until I give in and jump up and down. You squeal, smiling wide, letting go for a second to clap your hands. Once my back is about to give out, I finally put you down and hold your hands, or one of your hands and one of Mr. Penguin’s hands–er, wings. We dance in a circle, and I sing “Ring Around the Rosie” to a disco beat. Or we dance facing each other. I do the can-can, you kick your legs out in an approximation of the can-can that looks more like a goose-step.

It’s fun when Daddy joins us. We all spin, shake our groove thangs, and laugh a lot. The perfect end to a long day.


  1. Dana · February 17, 2010

    How cute! ^_^

  2. Vicki R. · February 17, 2010

    What a fun way to break up the late afternoon – that time of day can certainly tend to be one of the more “unfun” hours…that’s so great that Dad gets in on it as well. Bliss for your daughter! 🙂

  3. Randi · February 18, 2010

    I have been there and it is truly a “pure joy” experience!

  4. Becky · February 22, 2010

    It’s fun to watch you (and Z, of course). Can’t wait until Addison and I can join you two!

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