Tap . . .Tap . . . Tappity . . . Tappity . . .

Child-minding for the McTavish grandkids again and never a dull moment with these boys.  Lion looked in my shoe cupboard and "found" some "tap" shoes.  Hard plastic soles are the closest thing we have to tap shoes around here.  I can remember when I was a little girl that the cobbler (we had real cobblers back then) put little metal bits on the sides of the heels of my shoes because I kept wearing them down.  They really did tap after that.  So many of life's little pleasures have been lost.
Anyway, Lion and Dragon started to improvise a little dance.  By the time I found my camera and some dancing music (karaoke Christmas was the best I could find at short notice) they were starting to lose interest, but with the promise of some chocolate biscuits for morning tea, their enthusiasm returned.  For a little while at least.
I prefer not hear my own voice recorded, but it can't be helped.  I reckon I should be offered a job doing voice-over for cartoon and computer animations because I can do a great wicked witch impersonation.
If you listen really carefully you will hear a little squeak from Monkey in the background.

Happy Dance

A nice sunny day, a spray bottle of water, the whole driveway to run around in and mummy and grandma keeping an eye on you to make sure you're safe. They also make an appreciative audience.




It just makes you want to do a happy dance.