Last week we started having dance parties after dinner. TG turns on Music Choice on Demand and we all dance around our living room to their "Latest Hits".
Now, every night Riley asks for us to turn on the song where the "fire-der-werks are coming out dat girls tummy" and the song "where dat girl gots da glidder on her eyes and her wips and dat one bigs ear-ding".
So we dance to Katy Perry's 'Fireworks' twice before moving on to Ke-dollar sign-ha's 'We Are Who We Are' and then finish it up with Far East Movement's 'Rocketeer' which she doesn't ask for, but it's TG's favorite.
She gets down.
He prefers to watch.
And laugh at all our antics.