Do you remember this ancient post about the family staying up all night to dance.
We couldn't afford to go to Chuck E Cheese and so we pulled out the old records.
Well now we can afford to go to Chuck E. Cheese but I believe I would rather
travel back in time and do this all over again.
I finally figured out how to post the video and these are so cute.
The girls have grown so fast but I am pleased to report that they still giggle just the same.
And they still think they can dance.
It started out slow. Very Lawrence Welk feeling slow.
Then we moved on to Bob Dylan's song on banjo.
Dad does some tapping and at the end the baby has to join in.
More with dad and baby. Puff the magic dragon.
Then dad goes a little crazy.
A little Beverly Hillbilly's. We were in TN after all.
We have some underwear malfunctioning.
This is when I hope that no sickos have found the blog.
But, if you sickos have found us, make sure you watch this one through
to see the man you will contend with if you come within 50 feet of our daughters.
And then know that I am about 800% more ferocious.
Now dad kindly introduces the two-step to our flapper girls.
Has anybody seen our girls?
And if you've been the loyal watcher,
you will be happy for this finale.
One final laugh for us all.
Good times. Good times.