Molly and Polly claimed me for an evening last week to spend some time doing something they find natural and easy, dancing and prancing all night long.
With not too much cajoling I put on my dancing shoes and took Molly and Polly to a local daddy/daughter dance.
Quite a fun night and it was fun to have two girls fighting for the dancing space around me. Usually I have to chase my dancing partner around the room to get her out on the floor.
By the sight of the picture above you can’t really tell just 30 minutes earlier I was knee deep in manure and straw while I took care of the cows and chickens.
I must admit I’d rather be in dancing shoes than gum boots. I guess that’s just the girly city slicker still coming out in me.