Yet another hockey game up here in the Northland. This time attending with Ms. Dina, was myself a pre-teen niece of hers and 2 smaller children...who all behaved well enough, even though we left early because we didn't want to push it. On the way home we had to stop for a quick potty break because immediately when we got into the car, it was discovered that 2 of the smaller passengers needed to go..."really bad!"
I believe we won the game, which made Dina turn on the new Gwen Stefani CD to the song "Wind it up" (you know, I must confess here that it doesn't take much these days to convince her to put that song on at all) and inspired us to car dance in the front seat...and made one of the little one's to pull the other one's hair (I'm sure on pure accident and in the throes of total excitement)
The music is turned down:
"...he pulled my bun, and it hurt my head"
"say you're sorry please..."
"Are you OK now?"
"Are you ready to get your groove on again?"
(and this is rather shaky) "...yes."
"That's my girl!"
And, then right back to car dancing...because no one can stop the girl once she gets her groove on, right?
At this moment, I would like to send the wish out to the universe that these kids remember us as not the crazy "old" girls who danced way beyond our times,
but as the cool, hep, graceful, spontaneous, ageless, fun and kicky women we've truly become...