I'm in the kitchen cleaning, The Kid is minding his business. I'm playing music and then 'Royals by Lorde' comes on...
Me: Yes! This is my new jam.
The Kid (eye roll): You're so lame.
Me: I'll show you 'so lame' when this song plays at your next school dance...
The Kid (confused): Why??
Me: Because we're chaperoning your next dance and we'll probably request this song and throw down our sweet dance moves.
The Kid (loud and mortified): WHAT?! You guys are chaperoning the dance? You guys are sooo embarrassing!
Me: Of course we are... I'm going to have Dad request this song because every one likes him and then I'll shout out "Heck yeahz, this is my JaaaAAM!!" and we'll start throwing down sweet moves like this... (then I start really dancing. Little running man, some PG twerking, I pretend the fridge is Coach and show how we'll choreograph a few moves together.
The Kid is horrified. Shouting out ineligible words. Eyes are wide: Why are you so weird?! You are the most embarrassing parents in the whole world. I can't believe you!
I played the song over 3 times. Giving a solid 9 minute performance, reducing The Kid to complete humiliation. I repeated phrases such as (but not limited too): "sweet Jam, gettin my groove on, shake what your momma gave you, boogie woogie..etc"
Later, Coach came home. We played the song over.
We demonstrated a little number, fist pumping and other couple dance moves (no worries, we left more than enough room for the Father, Son and even The Holy Ghost.) In addition (because Coach fancies himself a rock star) Coach began to really belt out lyrics to all the other songs he would request. Threatening to turn the Jr High dance into a Karaoke.
The Kid was dying! He made a weird noise that was both a laugh and cry, from the back of his throat.
Ohhh... how we giggled.
The very best part??
1. I have no idea when the next dance is.
2. We are most definitely NOT signed up to chaperon.
3. We never will be.
4. We still haven't told The Kid the truth.
Teasing my Jr High son? My new Fav sport.