I was dancing on the car on the way home yesterday. I was shimming my shoulders and singing. A nice looking man in a truck saw me and started dancing too. I smiled big and looked down. I don’t embarrass easy. Usually I would just keep dancing.
I contemplated rolling down the window to explain my dancing to him and why I was embarrassed. If he only knew what I was dancing to.
You see, I was dancing to my son’s music, thomas you’re the leader.