Tuesday, January 26, 2010
If you hear rumors about me, they are true.
I DID ask my daughter to teach me the moves to Hannah Montana's "Hoe-Down, Throwdown."
And furthermore, I have learned them.
Daddy's Girl was in utopia being allowed to give her mother instruction (and correction) in the finer points of "popping" it and "locking" it, and even "polka-dotting" it. It has been 18 years since my last choreographed routine, and I needed the help.
I have no idea what possessed me to want to learn this. I don't recall my mother learning the "running man" or the "worm." And I can pretty well bet that Memaw didn't learn the "hustle." But, this was a chance to bond with my oldest daughter. To show her that I care about her world. I hope she remembers this.
In the meantime, "put your hawk in the sky and move side to side." (I have no idea what that means.)