preschool dance

Last week our preschool had a great little family dance night.  We had been struggling through a bit of a rough patch with the boys behavior and I had determined that a 6-8pm dance was a bad idea.  My intentions of skipping the dance were thwarted by the teachers talking it up so much at school.  The boys were so excited about it, I just couldn't say no.  And it was a good thing I didn't because it was a lot of fun! Walter loves to dance and he got in the groove immediately.  Fritz stood frozen at the entrance, a bit dumb founded by this unusual scene in the church gym, for the first ten minutes.  And then, something clicked in him and he became a dancing machine.  It was hilarious.  Funny, funny baby boy.

Especially for Gramma: