It's not often that I gloat so openly and publicly about my children - I usually leave that to their Dad - but today I am breaking with tradition.We attended a wedding yesterday in which, between us, we knew one person...the groom. Ok so we had to dust off our conversation cards, but thanks to our two little men, we firmly established ourselves among the wedding party. Jack in all his finery was very helpful and excelled in bubble blowing, petal throwing and clapping on cue, but it was the dance floor where he showed his true talent. Whether he takes after his Mum or Dad with his slick moves is contestable, but suffice to say, he broke some hearts last night. In particular, the mystery blond in the pretty pink dress, who took a shine to our teeny Travolta. They held hands, shuffled to the Gipsy Kings and momentarily took the attention away from the bride and groom. His solo routine was equally popular with high energy bouncing and arm jigging hard to beat. Meanwhile, in his Daddy's arms, it was all a little too much for Charlie, who slept through the whole thing.
2 comments:
Golden moments that need to be frozen, ohhhhhh.
A definite for commiting to the memory.
Hopefully there are photos of the events.
So lovely.
well a good time was had by all. The wise one among you seeem to have been charlie, by sleeping thro it. want to watchjak tho with his fancy foot work and picking up thr blond already. go get them jack, but not in front of the parents. not yet anyways.
xxx me
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