kitchen dance parties

When the Gypsy man walks in the door from work each evening and sees our baby, they both get gigantic silly smiles on their faces.

He starts singing to her and she starts bouncing, her hands in the air, reaching out to him.

He sings his own little song to her “E tateske lachi chai, o tate mangol tut but, o tate kamol tut but!”

Then he takes her in his arms, gives her a big hug and kiss, pulls out his cell phone and plays a song, usually something like this, and they both put their hands in the air and dance. My little girl is serious about her dancing. She wants to dance all day long. It's in her blood.

How can I resist? I join them and we all dance together. That's us.