Let's Go To The Hop

It is turning into something of a daily ritual when I get home in the evening - Peter expresses his pleasure at seeing me come home, then insists that I crank up the iPod and bounce him up and down. It used to be that he would dance on his own, but now he prefers that I hold him and do the bulk of the work, as he gets to bounce rhythmically without breaking a sweat. He’s a smart kid. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll still shake his rump, say, when the dancing badger commercial comes on (which I don’t think I’ve seen in a while, actually), but he mostly prefers pointing up at the speakers and emphatically grunting that it’s time.

 

He has also, on his own and with absolutely no coaching, developed a “cool guy” look while he dances (well, that should really say “while I dance him”). The cool guy look consists of slightly pursed lips, ever-so-slightly raised eyebrows, and the well-timed bob of his head to go along with the beat. So cool is his appearance, so aloof does he look, that I am foolish enough to believe that he actually does not care for the song that is playing, and big dumb dad upsets the little hipster by changing the song in the middle of it. This is then followed by a short burst of “hmph!” and a dirty look. Then another song starts playing and it’s back to Coolsville.

 

Now, I do enjoy having this quality time with my son. However, he’s a growing boy. I am going to have to wean him from this at some point. I do not want to have to bounce both him and his date at his first Homecoming dance. I’m sure he doesn’t want his parents as chaperones, either. Although, maybe if his mom would bounce the date it might not be so bad. Hm. Maybe I gotta reconsider that.