Why aren't breakfasts always that much fun?
The kids chatted at high volumes and laughed at silly things, whilst munching their cereal. Then in record speed, they were finished and were heading upstairs to have a party in one of the bedrooms.
My sensible head had no time to kick in, as they were so fast.
Within seconds, they had chosen the music and were dancing away like crazy. I couldn't resist the urge to stick my head around the door, once the second song had begun.
What a fantastic sight.
Four beautiful girls, jumping up and down in excitement, flinging legs and arms around, letting their hair fly everywhere. Dancing like they just didn't care! Dancing like no one was watching.
It was infectious. I joined in.
We laughed and giggled. I felt like I was 5.
It lasted only a few minutes and then we packed them up, gloves and hats, ready for school.
There were no complaints, no grumbling and absolutely no procrastinating. Seriously, a pattern to be repeated.
It left all of us exhilarated, and smiling. It made me wonder, had I ever danced before breakfast before? When was the last time you danced before 8am?
If its not somehting you can remember doing, I challenge you to invite over the neighbours kids, it may just happen all on its own.
It lasted only a few minutes and then we packed them up, gloves and hats, ready for school.
There were no complaints, no grumbling and absolutely no procrastinating. Seriously, a pattern to be repeated.
It left all of us exhilarated, and smiling. It made me wonder, had I ever danced before breakfast before? When was the last time you danced before 8am?
If its not somehting you can remember doing, I challenge you to invite over the neighbours kids, it may just happen all on its own.
Happy days!
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