Savanna isn’t the only dancer around here.
Our boy was a dancing fool when the music started to play at my brother’s wedding reception. He was having a wild time and showed no signs of tiring. Then suddenly, he disappeared. I found him inside the house looking out the window at the party. I asked him why he stopped dancing. He said, “They played that duck song! I don’t want to do that! I’ve got my own moves!” Translation: They played the Chicken Dance. He didn’t want to do someone else’s dance. He’s got his own moves.
(This photo was part of the wedding slideshow.)