“No, no, no, this is how you do it,” and her little body wriggled and shook, mimicking the moves of the Macarena. "Brava Little One," J said, loading the groceries into the car. "Let’s go guys! I’m freezing," hollered another voice already waiting in her seat. “And, that’s not how you do it!”
It is cold isn’t it? Drawing the sides of her inflated winter coat together and whisking up Little One, she softly whispered, I love your Macarena. Little One, beamed. “I’ll show you the whole entire thing later,” and began humming, nun-nun-nuh-nuh-hey-Macarena. AYE-AYE!
"Ughhh. Would you stop!" Snarled Kid. J glanced in the rear view mirror to Kid, smiling big enough so that she could recognize it in the way the wrinkles gathered in the corner of her eyes and gave a wink just for her, then reaching her hand back and placing it on her calf, she gently stroked her leg, calming her. And now both faces meeting in the mirror and a silent pact between them with nothing but the Macarena in the background. AYE, AYE!
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