Dec
18
All ratted up like a teenaged Jezebel
The other night Lila and Stella broke into sixties-style dancing in our kitchen. You know what I mean — swinging their arms up and down, shimmying their tiny little booties, shaking their heads side-to-side.
“They dance like this in Hairspray!” Lila shouted, grooving away. Yes — I let the girls watch Hairspray about a month ago. Perhaps somewhat against my better judgment.
“Yeah!” Stella exclaimed. “This move is called the Gravy & Mashed Potatoes!”
“Don’t you just love Tracy?” Lila said, shifting from the Gravy & Mashed Potatoes to The Swim. Tracy is the main character in Hairspray.
“Yes!” Stella shouted happily. “She’s a whore!”
At which point I fell to the ground and died.