Dance music

Ah, the boys love dance music. They are both very good dancers and they'll tell you themselves. "I've got a lot of moves," says Owen. Their favorite music is "rock and roll" which is anything with a fast beat including hip hop. Owen is also working on his human beatbox technique. Maybe he'll be in a group called the Skinny Boys.

Their dad has started the custom of driving to school, parking in the lot, unbelting them and then turning up the rock and roll for them to dance in the car to. They love it and demand it when I take them to school too. This morning's rock and roll song was a club song that repeated "Another night out, another dance floor." Owen stood up on the back seat and spanked himself to the laser beats and Aldo looked around in the car seats for dropped snacks.

I can't think of another song that reflects my life less and now it's stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I am googling "silly putty how to remove from clothes," and roasting a chicken for dinner.

The boys also love to sing the song "Oh, hot damn. This is my jam. Keep the party into the A.M." I've tried to change the lyrics to "Eggs and ham, apricot jam. Eat your breakfast in the A.M." but it's not taking.