Tiny dancer
Monday, February 16th, 2009Feeling ambitious, Zoe and I walked down four flights of stairs (from her doctor’s office to our car) the other day. As we were heading down, Zoe suddenly stopped and started kicking out her back leg – somewhat resembling a male dog about to go to the bathroom. “Zoe, what are you doing?” I asked her, and she grinned back to me. “I dancing!” she said, and continued kicking her leg. Needless to say, it took quite awhile to make it all the way down.
-M