Dancing Boot Camp

Last night Mason announced that he was going to hold a dance class out on the deck. Why is not surprising that I was the only family member that showed up? He plugged in his portable stereo, cranked up his 101 Sunday School Favorites CD and climbed up on the big deck storage box to hold court. He shouted at me just like a drill sergeant, "Dance, Mama, Dance." I wasn't quite sure how to dance to "Jesus Loves Me" so I just sort of swayed and clapped. Mason wasn't satisfied. In his drill sergeant voice he instructed me on HOW to dance. Then he announced to the class (me) that he was going inside, but I was to stay out on the deck and dance. Great. The neighbors already think we're weird, but now they'll see me out on the deck doing some white girl moves to "Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam." So like any normal person would do, as soon as he closed the deck door, I stopped dancing. Unfortunately, his big brother (who'd been immensely enjoying the whole scene) was watching out the window. Marcus told Mason that I'd stopped dancing, and the deck door came sliding open and drill sergeant Mason yells, "Dance, Mama, Dance". Priceless. I finally got up the courage to drop out of the dance class. I did hear, though, that he plans to hold another class tonight. So if you're interested - there are plenty of openings!