Until...he pulled out his "best" moves. I got all twitchy (not in a good way), lurched around just a bit, and found myself reflecting on what my little guy had said just the very night before when Dave was busting out some moves to the tunes of some TV commercial music.
Little guy: "Aaaaaaa, my eyes!!! They burn!!!! This is why I have terrible vision!!!!"
And then Dave stopped. As did my palpitations. And all was well. And, by golly, I held it together better than a teenager. That gives me bragging rights, yes?
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