It was grey afternoon so I decided to put on some Middle Eastern music and practice some belly dancing moves while cleaning the kitchen. My youngest son, With-a-Why, was sitting at the table with his crayons and colouring paper.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"It's called the shimmy," I said, pleasantly surprised at his interest in learning the proper names for dance moves. The older boys just roll their eyes when they see me belly dancing.
"Oh," he said. He coloured for a few more minutes and then looked up again.
"Well, it looks to me like you are just shaking your ass."