In our home, we dance. Sometimes to Lionel Richie, sometimes to the songs on one of Evelyn’s toys, ALWAYS to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
Strangely today at the dance studio, Carlisle shed a few tears. I don’t know exactly why. But she did keep asking me to go with her. I think she thought I was going to be IN her class. Maybe it’s because she has bopped into a couple of my aerobics classes and we have danced together. Or maybe because Brian and I have been her only dance partners.