A fair amount of naked dancing goes on around here before and after bath time. Tonight, Clara put on Free To Be You and Me, and boogied for the entire length of the album (even during the talking parts) with her towel standing in for a dance partner/ cape/jump rope/feather boa. I'm not sure this is exactly the kind of freedom Marlo Thomas was envisioning, but somehow I think she'd approve.
Another naked dancer in our house is Berbers, who needs a little help from his choreographer, Chad. The poor cat has suffered this same brand of humiliation since he was a kitten. Chad is wearing his sprint foot so that he can take off running if our footloose feline decides to revolt.
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