The other night I'm rounding up stuff for dinner. Poking around the refrigerator - gathering harmonious and hopefully non-expired leftovers to plop in front of my family. Russ is reading. Sophs is playing nurse to Baby Huggums in her room (who has also just had her tonsils out). I have "So You Think You Can Dance" on in the background and am practicing my best 'git jiggy moves...when I'm certain no one is watching.
I hear a rustling in the living room. Then the door to the garage opens and closes. A few minutes later Sophie walks by wearing her bike helmet.
I put down my Tupperware of cold macaroni and peek around the corner.
There is our child - putting on quite the display of dancing fabulousness. Oh, my. If you're not already a Snorter, you may be after this.