....for my kids being the cutest damn things in the world....as my lovely wife is out trying to make a buck, it's Daddy day-care here at the ranch. After good dinners and some chit chat about what Santa may (or may not) being swinging by with, I put on some tunes. Now it should be stated that while tastes may differ dramatically in our abode, music in general terms is key. My two daughters use the kitchen as their own personal club and rock out to anything from Hannah Montana and the Clique Girlz (yea, I said it....) to Dave Mathews to Tribe to the Dead (well the latter is more Dad rockin' out, but you get the point...).
What has been just a BALL to witness of late is the younger lad's new dedication to joining his sisters on the dance floor. His current favorite seems to be Kate Nash's "Foundations" (as soon as that song ends he starts pointing at the iPod and saying "mo, mo, mo...Dada, mo, mo!", which in Ryan-speak means, "Hey Dad, play that f-er again dude!!!"
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