I've developed a fascinating new habit. I like to do "the sprinkler" when I go to sleep. For those of you out there who don't know, the sprinkler is one of the cheesy white dance moves designed for white boys who embrace their lack of rhythm and opt to look really silly on the dance floor instead. Mommy's friend Andy is especially proud of me (he is famous for breaking out the sprinkler at parties) and hopes that I will soon graduate to other classic moves such as "the lawn mower," "the iron," and "the light bulb." I just wish that I could have danced like this at my Uncle Devin's wedding when mommy and I took to the dancefloor. I think I would have been a real hit!
Now for a totally unrelated topic, I have a prayer request (although, feel free to pray that I'll be a fabulous dancer when I grow up). Please pray that I inherit my daddy's teeth and not my mommy's. I don't think I could handle the dental purgatory she's been through...although she tells me that the laughing gas made it all worth while. Anyway, daddy doesn't floss, and--hoping to follow in his footsteps--I don't either.
I've developed a fascinating new habit. I like to do "the sprinkler" when I go to sleep. For those of you out there who don't know, the sprinkler is one of the cheesy white dance moves designed for white boys who embrace their lack of rhythm and opt to look really silly on the dance floor instead. Mommy's friend Andy is especially proud of me (he is famous for breaking out the sprinkler at parties) and hopes that I will soon graduate to other classic moves such as "the lawn mower," "the iron," and "the light bulb." I just wish that I could have danced like this at my Uncle Devin's wedding when mommy and I took to the dancefloor. I think I would have been a real hit!
Now for a totally unrelated topic, I have a prayer request (although, feel free to pray that I'll be a fabulous dancer when I grow up). Please pray that I inherit my daddy's teeth and not my mommy's. I don't think I could handle the dental purgatory she's been through...although she tells me that the laughing gas made it all worth while. Anyway, daddy doesn't floss, and--hoping to follow in his footsteps--I don't either.
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