So today I am transferring a load from the washer to the dryer, and just grooving away to James Brown on the stereo. Well, James Brown is grunting and screaming, and going "ugh" and I'm keeping right up with him. I'm all alone in the condo, who is going to see me? What's the harm and letting loose and just going nuts? Cold Sweat comes on, I start singing and really get to dancing because I love that song. I suddenly feel as though I'm being watched so I turn around. There, in the bedroom doorway, is Enzo with his head tilted to the side like he does when he is examining something new and interesting. He is looking right at me and he keeps turning his head, side to side. It occurs to me that he is probably thinking, "Ladies of mommy's "stature" should not be swivelling their hips in such a way while wearing tight bicycle shorts."
I'm sure that if he could have snickered he would have. As soon as I asked him what the heck he was looking at he turned and went back to bed. I'm sure I detected a little shaking of the head.
That's okay. I had myself a good belly laugh at him yesterday when he fell off the bed while licking his butt. It's just payback.
Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
June 19, 2001
