Here are three of my beautiful, perfect little grandchildren. Isn't it wonderful how a child can put on a costume and be carried away into a care-free fantasy world and totally become their heart's dream!
This reminds me of my husband, DeRees. DeRees tricked me into marrying him. He lied. We met at a church dance, and I told him I loved to dance and he said he loved to dance too. So I said to myself, "Dolores, this is the man for you, you better snatch him up quick before some other lucky girl does." So I did. But the day after we got back from our honeymoon he confessed to me that he hated to dance. Can you imagine??
So now I bet you're wondering what in the world does this have to do with costumes and fantasy worlds. I'll tell you.
Well, for the last 36 years, I have begged, pleaded and even used peer pressure to try to get him to dance with me at weddings, but he has refused. But alas! Last month, at a friend's son's wedding, I finally got him to dance by letting him put on his Billy-Bob teeth. I HATE those Billy-Bob teeth!! But suddenly he was dancing like he was John Travolta and Michael Jackson all rolled up in one. I kid you not, everyone backed up and formed a circle around him and laughed and clapped their hands. I thought I was on a movie set. So where did all his inhibitions go? Here's my theory. With the Billy-Bobs in place, he didn't have to be DeRees Carl Clark II, CPA anymore. He was Bozo. Is my theory right or wrong? Whatever. Problem solved.
3 comments:
I wish Darell would dance with me. Where can I get some of those teeth?
I just looked at your blog again, and I've got to tell you...your grandchildren are beautiful! And that's totally unbiased :)
Dad danced for me all the time like that. Are you talking about in public? Orrr... maybe, just maybe you wouldn't dance like britney spears with him. That could have been your problem
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