Last night at dinner, my sweet little 3 year old daughter stopped eating her corn to rub her hands, "My fingers are itchy,"  she said.

"Does that mean we're about to run into money?" My husband called from the kitchen.

"Well maybe she will at least," I offered up.  "Maybe she'll be discovered by the GAP.  Not that she'd ever wear any of their clothes."  [ because my child never wears any clothes... ever ]

At this, she grinned at her dinner plate, and laughed devilishly ...   

        ...  she's wicked...

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Later that evening I stood center stage of our living room, waiting for Wii Dance Party to load.  Ellie in the tub and My husband on bath duty, I figured I tear it up a bit while I had the place to myself.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard the deep voice come from behind me say.

I gasped and jumped to the left as I whirled around and saw all 6 foot 4 of my husband standing there.  Hands behind his back like a drill sergeant.

I looked at him with defiance, "I'm gonna dance.  I'm gonna dance Rev Shaw and you can't stop me!"

....  He stood puzzled for a moment before he questioned me...

Footloose... Rev. Shaw... ??? 

How does he live with me for 15 years and still not get my bad 80's movie references???

 "is this a party or what? Let's DANCE!!!" -  Wren McCormick!