Just now, as a song comes on Yo Gabba Gabba!, he quickly stops playing with his magnetic doodler and starts dancing.
The other day, during a Tarjay run, I put him down in front of the store after carrying him from the parking lot. A car happened to pass by, blasting Michael Jackson through open windows, and as soon as my son's feet his the ground, he starts dancing.
My son is a dancing fool.
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