Dancing

Today while I was sitting in my office listening to Yo-Yo Ma and editing a paper (hopefully for a conference) I overheard J, standing at the closed door of his big sis's room, say this:

"Sissie, wid eeoo tum dance wif me din da office?"

A minute later they both came into the office in tutus (J's is turquoise and pink, Bee's is white) and tiny bare feet. They're spinning around and J is doing his best to match his sis's pointed toes. In a year he'll be old enough to go to dance class, we'll see if he still wants to!

They are now dancing, and I am enjoying watching them much more than I was enjoying editing.

And I wonder why I never get any work done?