You Can Dance if You Want To (aka Noodling Madi)

I really have no words for this post, except to say that to know me is to know that I am not a noodler.  Never have been.  Never will be.  Apparently that aversion is not a genetic trait.

I have said it before, and I'll say it again, my child FEELS the music from deep within her soul. She loves to dance.  She spent the afternoon making up dances to every song on the Hannah Montana sound track - and made them look "cool" all while wearing her hippie skirt and oooh-so-cool tye-dye shirt.  Peace out.