Lane has become quite the dancer. He loves music (wonder where he gets that). If he is sad, all you have to do is sing. At school last week, I paid a visit just in time for Annie the music teacher. They told me to watch Lane, who was not sitting watching the music, but playing in the kitchen nearby. His back was to us, but his spanish teacher Diana told me to watch him. They started singing "Baila, Lane, Baila, Baila con los manos" - it was so cute, he started shaking his booty right away.
Over the weekend, we had music on, and he would stop everything he was doing, listen, and if he liked the beat, start dancing. It was so cute. I didn't know the words to his new favorite song, but sang "Baila, Lane Baila, Baila, Baila, Baila" over and over again, and it seemed to be good enough, he was so happy to hear his jam.
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