This week I was reminded by my daughter that dancing is more fun when it looks ridiculous.
Ce has started to respond to music, to the point where even the background music of a car commercial will start her bouncing up and down. In the car with her dad she bangs her head to Incubus, and with me, I have taught her some amazing hand-shaking, finger-wiggling moves.
When the baby starts dancing, there is no choice but to start dancing too. And as we both wiggle, wave, bounce and bob, I am thankful to have a daughter who inspires to me to move and not care how I look while doing it.
I think the phrase should be "Dance like only a toddler is watching."