The Orange And The Green
Imagine my surprise when I arrived at the school today to see my son hopping while he retrieved his backpack, and then doing some sort of high stepping back to his table. Imagine my bewilderment when my son raced out of his classroom and latched onto my arm, begging me to buy some Irish music.
Apparently, the school had an assembly today with some Irish step dancers.
My daughter joined us and began her own version of hopping and ankle crossing. My son started up, too.
I stood there with a straight face until they were all sweaty and panting. And then I led them to the van, with promises of some iTunes Irish dance music after a snack and some rehydration, because damn that hopping made them thirsty.
At my son's insistance, I am now the proud owner of a copy of The Orange and The Green by the Irish Rovers. And he has been proudly stepping away all evening.
When my husband came home, my son climbed up onto a chair and did his whole routine. We both stood there smiling mildly, nodding in time to the music and exclaiming over the random high kicks he added into the mix. And when he was finished, and retired to the other room, my husband and I both broke into our own versions of it, arms stick-straight at our sides, feet doing a whole lot of nothing, but frantically, and idiot grins on our faces.
Made my day today.