{"id":33280,"date":"2008-11-03T15:20:23","date_gmt":"2008-11-03T15:20:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2008\/11\/03\/dance\/"},"modified":"2008-11-03T15:20:23","modified_gmt":"2008-11-03T15:20:23","slug":"dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2008\/11\/03\/dance\/","title":{"rendered":"Dance!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere in the past few years, my oldest son stopped dancing. I&#8217;m not exactly sure when or why, but I noticed it a few weeks back as we were watching the end of <em>Madagascar<\/em>. <em>Madagascar<\/em>, in case you haven&#8217;t seen it, ends&nbsp;with the song &#8220;I Like to move it, move it!&#8221;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a get-off-the-couch-and-dance sort of moment, with a strong beat and lots of silly cartoon characters doing strange dances on the screen. My youngest, as always, leaped up and started dancing. I did too.<\/p>\n<p>My oldest, however, just sat on the couch like&nbsp;a lump.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on!&#8221; I said. &#8220;It&#8217;s dance time!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; he grumped.<\/p>\n<p>I whisked my youngest off the ground and danced with him in the air for a while. He laughed and spun before flying back into the couch with a big old belly laugh. He rolled off the couch and launched into a break dancing routine.<\/p>\n<p>My oldest started to get up to join in, then stopped himself.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on,&#8221; I said. &#8220;You know you want to.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I danced over to him and tried to pull him off the couch, but he scurried away from me. In the ensuing struggle, I ended up holding him upside down by his ankles.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Dadd-ee-ee,&#8221; he shouted.<\/p>\n<p>Once you find yourself holding your six year old upside down by his ankles, there&#8217;s really not too much you can do. &#8220;Sorry,&#8221; I said, &#8220;I got to move it, move it&#8221; and I resumed dancing, gently swaying him back and forth.<\/p>\n<p>He started to laugh. Then his little brother danced over and tickled him.<\/p>\n<p>He lauged harder.&nbsp; His face turned a not-too-delicate shade of pink. I gently stretched him out on the couch, careful not to bump his head. <\/p>\n<p>He rolled off, still laughing,&nbsp;and launched into a dancing frenzy. &#8220;I got to move it, move it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s back to dancing after movies again &#8211; most of the time. Sometimes he dances and sometimes he&nbsp;jumps off the couch and runs away from me. 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