The other evening I was changing John before bedtime and I started humming a tune. It was strangely familiar to Kristi and me, but we couldn't quite place it. Then we remembered that it was a song that I used to sing to John, while I dangled his feet on the kitchen table (this was before he could walk.)
Please don't make me dance for my dinner
Please don't make me dance for my meal
Please don't make me dance for my dinner
You just cannot know how it feels
I always felt slightly cruel when I made John dance that way, but somehow it was so funny that I couldn't help myself.
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