Do you want to dance?

JD asking me to dance... no, begging me to dance.

"just one dance "- he begs, Momma is playing music and JD suddenly got dance fevah.

I can't take it anymore, I will give him his ONE dance.

Here I am doing my best MILEY! and look at JD, he is completely confused.  Confused enough to ask me "What are you doing?"

Me: "I am twerking! What are you doing?" 

JD: "What the heck is twerking?  I wanted to dance, I was doing the Bossa Nova!"

Yea, we are done.  It's a generational theng.

'vie who needs a younger dude to get down and pawrty!