I tried to stand Max on the dance floor. He isn't standing on his own yet, but he's usually happy to put some weight on his feet if you'll keep him balanced. But not tonight. I'd put him down, and he'd swing his legs up to his ears. I tried several times, and then gave up and plopped him sitting on the floor. As soon as I let go, he started busting a move--and the telltale giggles of half a dozen onlookers let me know that the whole scene had an audience.
Max loves dancing right now. Toes thumping, arms waving, head bobbing, he's got his own set of moves. So we sat in the corner of the dance floor at the community's Halloween dance tonight. (His brother was on the other side of the room mixing up a batch of "zombie snot" courtesy of the science museum.)
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