I knew that parenthood would involve me doing a lot of seriously dorky shit - it goes with the job - but I seriously did not think I would spend so much time happily dancing badly to a Shakira song about Africa, and the dance moves of a man called DJ Raphi. But that's what the kids like, and I really can't say no when they tell me to get up off my fat arse and boogie with them.
I still have weird trouble doing that fist bump move, though. I'm working on it, kids. I'm working on it.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment