When I picked my daughter up from preschool on Wednesday, she and a classmate were dancing to “Cupid Shuffle,” which they’d learned watching another class perform to it at graduation.

When we got home, I downloaded the song from iTunes and played it over and over for her until she was too tired to move any longer.

On Friday, I looked up the video on YouTube:

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My daughter was fascinated until I started trying to learn the moves. There’s an instructional video, just in case you can’t figure out what it means to go:

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself
– “Cupid Shuffle” by (you’ll never guess) Cupid

 

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It’s probably possible that my daughter could be less impressed with me, but it would be hard to imagine.

“Settle down!” she told me, pushing me back into the chair.

Rather than being the cool mom, I was the embarrassing mom. Unfortunately for my daughter, I’m the only mom she has. If she can’t handle now, imagine how she’s going to feel when she’s 12 like her brother.

And speaking of her brother…

On Saturday, I ducked into Steve and Barry’s, thinking I’d buy my son some t-shirts so he’d stop wearing his school uniform shirts.

He wasn’t nearly as amused with the “Chillin with my gnomies” t-shirt I bought for him as I as. How am I supposed to know that garden gnomes aren’t hip?

Good thing everything at that store is $9.98 or less.