I may have mentioned it before. It's entirely possible. I have lost track of how many little pieces of shame I've posted here for your
But it's that time again. So it's time for my confession.
Forgive me, Dear Readers, for I have committed the sin of mindless mass media mastication.
I'm addicted to "So You Think You Can Dance."
*ducks head in shame*
But really, what's not to love?!?! All the DANCING! The HOOPLA!! The FABULOSITY!!! The HOT TAMALE TRAINS!!!!
(I know. You won't get that last one unless you actually watch the show. And the third one is totally made up. So sue me.)
Anyhow, Season 7 just started and I had a backlog of recorded shows on the DVR. Yesterday I parked myself in front of the TV and plowed through over 200 pages of student essays in a matter of an afternoon, all while semi-watching seven hours' worth of SYTYCD auditions/Vegas week. They were perfect company for the daunting task: music and background noise without the distraction of a plot, with the added bonus of an occasional really fascinating performance to give me a break from the endless words words words words words.
At one point The Widget was cuddled up next to me, and a very talented break dancer performed his audition. I heard a little gasp from my snuggler. He leaned forward, eyes riveted to the screen, then pointed and turned to me.
Wow! Look at him! he lisped. Oh COOL!!!
(If you can imagine this said in just about the sweetest, squeakiest voice possible, you might get an idea of how adorable he is, by the way. MTL says it's because he's such a sweet little guy that it comes through in his voice. /melt)
Then The Widget crawled forward on the bed and turned a somersault.
Is that cool, Mama? he asked.
Yes, honey, it's very cool! I replied.
Mama! Watch this too! he demanded, and he lay on his back and attempted what I can only believe was one of the back-spin thingies (I know, I'm so technical) the performer was doing on screen.
Apparently a bed is not the best location for such stunts. He didn't get very far.
For the next half an hour, he wandered in and out of the room, saying Mama! Look at this one! and performing various somersaults and spins and moves that apparently were his idea of break dancing.
ADORABLE. TEH CUTE, peoples, TEH CUTE.
I just might have a little B Boy on my hands. Heck, he's cute enough that he'd probably bring in plenty of cash performing on street corners, technique or no technique.
Maybe I could buy a laptop of my very own AND get him some Bakugan!
It's not child labor if he's just having fun, right?