We had some showings for our house today, which meant the kids, the dog, and I had to leave the premise. It's a little hard to go anywhere with a giant German Shepherd, so we opted to take a walk to the nearby lake.
We stood under a tree, staring at the water.
"Mama, this is boring," my eight-year-old son said. "Let's dance."
"What?" I asked. "I'm holding this dog, and I really don't feel like dancing."
"Lighten up, Mama. The dog will be fine. Let go of the leash and follow me."
I gave the leash to my daughter and walked with the boy. After a while, he stopped, took my hand, and started spinning. Then he did some sort of tango move. "Come on, Mama. Dance!"
I rolled my eyes and started dancing. And guess what? It was fun!
We danced all around the field. When we were done, we plopped down next to the dog.
"See Mama, wasn't that better than staring at the water?"