Thursday, November 6, 2008

My kids need a DNA test

I really think two of my four kids, adult kids now, aren't mine. They don't like to dance and so I'm having them tested! My youngest who is 22, gets this scrunched up face when I come near him and grab his hand and dance around him. Poor guy he hasn't any rhythm anyway. The other non-dancer is my oldest daughter. Both real duds in the dance area but they are sweethearts in other ways. Two out of four not too bad. My real dancing partner is my oldest, but he's up in Oakland and has a serious girlfriend that is his dancing partner so I don't get to dance with him too often. So I guess my real dance partner is myself. That's a good thing because I don't have to worry about who's going to lead. The two dud dancers take after my husband. I dance around him too, holding his hand and making all my moves around him. He's fine just watching and laughing at me. My other dancer is my youngest daughter, but she has a live-in boyfriend so I don't get to dance too much with her either. Funny how we all get divied up as far as what we do and how we act. Two boys, two girls. Two emotional, two hold it all in. Two in relationships, two single. Two college educated, two anti-college. Two non-dancers, two dancers. Four kids that are definitely 100% ours. Six different but loving family members listening to the same music.

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