My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 13th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which hundreds of teachers participate in posting a story per day.
Dear Kids,
When I came home today, the two of you were having a dance party in the kitchen. Jackson was doing his “moves,” which is mostly swinging his hips around, and then finding props to shake to the beat. Today, as he danced, he casually opened the fridge, shaking his booty all the while, and grabbed a bottle of hot sauce and pretended to drink it to the beat of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face. “That’s good hot sauce,” he exclaimed as he placed it back in the door, shut the fridge, and kept on dancing as if it were no big deal. Smooth.
As Jackson did his hot sauce move, Lily was swinging her sweatshirt around in the air, like a lasso. “Awww yeah!” she shouted. “Shake your booty, buddy!”
The two of you danced and danced, giggling and shouting ideas to each other the entire time. I hope you’ll always have dance parties, even when you’re all grown up.
Love you so much,
Your Mom