There's nothing on TV on Saturday night at 7 pm.
We usually channel surf trying to find something that the boys can watch and help calm them down before bed.
Enter: The Lawrence Welk Show.
Yes, we watch PBS.
And some should have never been worn at all.
We usually dance around the living room. Trading boys. Just the 4 of us.
Last Saturday, I was tucking C. into his crib. Adam comes in to say goodnight to C.
Then he turns to me and said, "Mommy, can I have a pleasure dance?"
Me: "uhhh....who did you hear that from?"
I tell D. what he said and he falls to the ground laughing.
D. sent him in to ask me "can I have the pleasure of this dance?"
I danced with my son around the living room.
Later, I jokingly chastised my husband for putting x-rated language in our son's mouth.