Cole, Amelia and I were cuddled in bed watching cartoons on a Saturday morning. The Busytown Mysteries song came on and I was feeling silly, so I began to dance very animatedly from my reclined position. This caused the bed to shake and my flailing arms to impede the view of the t.v.
Amelia said, "No, Mommy. No dancing, Mommy."
Cole agreed, "This is not a dancing song, Mommy."
"What?!", I replied. Then, feeling kind of philosophical and inspired by my mother's fun sense of energy and passion for music I declared, "ALL SONGS are DANCING SONGS!"
Without a moment's hesitant, Cole replied, "O Canada is not a dancing song."