Only in my house on a Friday night when none of us know what else to do. My Dad and Mom started singing along to this song that randomly came on the TV, and there was baby dancing right along.
It was one of those soundtrack moments I try to tell people about. A family moment that would end the episode, a music montage of events... is everybody feelin' groovy?
Baby likes dancing now, even though it mostly means moving her hands up and down.
And maybe it reminds me to... slow down... stop worrying... trying to make life move so fast.
It's Friday night and I'm home with my parents listening to old music.
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