My family digs dancing. Weddings are our favorite events because we get to dance. We're not so sure that's a good thing.
Every wedding (or event with DJ and dance floor) must have the Pennsylvania Polka, Hang on Sloopy (O-H-I-O!), and YMCA.
For that matter, my parents' house has a Pennsylvania Polka played by GranmmaNora pretty much every time we have a family get-together.
.3 looks like he learned to dance from Grover on Sesame Street. The arms go side to side, the steps go side to side.
.4 does a mean touchdown dance (although, he and his nose learned that socks and hard wood floors don't mix during a good touchdown dance).
My husband's happy dance is done anywhere, wearing anything (usually underpants). It involves a wide stance, index fingers pointing up, and a little head bob.
My middle brother and I have broken lamps, lost shoes, and showed off underwear while swing dancing.
Life doesn't get any better than a good dance.
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