Friday, July 5, 2013

We Do NOT Harlem Shake In This House!

Scott caught the tummy bug that has made the rounds in our house so while he was praying to the porcelain gods, I left work early to grab the kiddos and take them to dinner.

When the kiddos and I were walking to the car, Aaron stopped and yelled "DO THE HARLEM SHAKE!" and proceeded to dance like an insane person next to our car. I did what any normal mother would do, picked up my jaw off the ground and said, "We do NOT Harlem Shake in this house!"

The kiddos have learned how to do the cha-cha slide and cupid shuffle while at school and whatever, I mean you know they have to do something when it's raining or 500 degrees. However, I draw the line at the Harlem Shake. Why? Why am I so anti-Harlem Shake?

This...this is why:


What you do not see in this 32 second clip is Leann and I walking outside of the union and seeing Thor and a man with a box on his head, turning to each other and saying, "WTF?" You also do not see us walking by all of these people inside, seconds before the music starts, while trying to map out sign locations for the conference that was happening a few weeks later. My stress level was already at an insanely high level, so seeing people with sharks on their head made me think I truly lost my mind. Damn you, Harlem Shake! Damn you!

So my evening did not end with the Harlem Shake, oh no, it was just the beginning. I took the kiddos to dinner and we were having a super fantastic time until the biker sat at the table that was thisclose to us. My son, with his awesome 5-year-old eyes, looks at the man and rather loudly says, "That man is a pirate!" My eyes were the size of saucers and I'm pretty sure I choked on a piece of the chicken flauta I was noshing on. Jillian, naturally, agreed at an equally loud volume. My face was as red as the salsa and the pirate biker and I swapped smiles. Awesome.

Prior to leaving dinner, the kiddos, again rather loudly, announced they had to potty, so we pile into the bathroom and Aaron was first. Jill then yells "I can't go potty like THAT because I don't have that THING!" (This was complete with a demonstration) Thank God for stalls.

There is never a dull moment with these two and no I would not change it for the world. Well, I would change the whole Harlem Shake thing.

1 comment:

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Oh my goodness! You have some of the best adventures :)

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