Dance

Violet just got up from poorly trying to nap and joined Christie and me to watch the Patriots game.  Violet was all cute in only her big-girl undies.  She had totally slimed her pre-nap clothes in ice cream at the fair, so she hadn't yet gotten a new outfit.  She came over with her Fisher price piano, which has about eight keys and pressing any of them gives the correct next note in a couple of canned songs like the Muffin Man and this Old Man.

She has her little stuffed bear start playing the piano.  "Bear-bear's going to play," she declared.  She repeated rammed her bears head into the keyboard making a song.  Cute and funny at once.

Then Violet decided that sitting and watching the football games wasn't enough of enjoying the music for us.  "Momma, Daddy, dance while I play my piano."

"You want us to get up and dance?" Christie asked.

"Yeah," Violet said.

"OK," we said.

Together Christie and I danced in our TV room to the drone of the football game and the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel, played by our nearly-naked daughter smashing the head of her teddy bear into a Fisher Price piano.  Such romance!