Last week as we were leaving the house in the morning, I was grabbing my workout clothes.
Ben saw me doing this and asked "Are those your dance clothes?"
Me: My what?
Ben: Your dance clothes
I laughed
Me: No they are my work out clothes. Honey, why would you think I have dance clothes?
Ben: Because when you come to pick me up, you and Grandma are always talking about your dance clothes.
I'm so confused and then, all of the sudden, a lightbulb goes off and I start laughing so hard I can't talk.
Finally when I get it together I get out,
"Oh Ben. We are talking about our Dansko's. They are shoes. The name of the shoes I am wearing right now is Dansko."
Ben: Oh.
And he laughs.
For one brief moment in time, my kid thought I was a dancer. Sigh.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Almost A Dancer
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2 comments:
Love it - that's such a cute story! :)
That is hilarious! Dance clothes. Ha! You tell such a great story.
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