Let's Dance

The problem with not writing in your blog for a bit, is that after a time period you feel that you cannot come back to the blog with the minutia of your daily life, instead a great event worthy of your absence must occur. I am a working mother of two and the only “great event” worthy of mention is perhaps my overindulgence of vodka on Friday night - hello, party of one. (Thank you to my brother-in-law Garen for said term, which I love). Even that only involved 3.5 vodka gimlets while watching Project Runway. Dudes, I know, the awesome.

The best thing occurring in my life thus far is my son Owen’s penchant for peculiar phrasing and fascinating mind. Let us examine the following:



If you are unable to understand the following exchange it goes as follows:

Me: Do you guys want to dance your butts off?
Maggie: Yeah.
Owen: No. Not at all.
Maggie: No, not all.
Owen: No.
Me: Are you sure you don’t want dance your butts off.
Owen: No. Our heads.

Remember that Owen is almost five years old, but uses the phrase, “No. Not at all.” I don’t even use that phrase. If one looks closer at what he does want to do - dance his head off. You can see he wanted to say was: “No. Not at all, I much prefer to dance my my head off.” And that word, “prefer”, in his vocabulary regularly.

I am not sure what any of this means other than he must be watching the BBC late night or his Welsh name of “Owen” is more than just a name. By the way, everyone should want to dance their butts off, heads are far too important.