Street Dance

We went to the big neighborhood party the other day. The kids had fun trying out the dunk tank, playing in the bounce house, eating yummy food, and just hanging with friends. While there, I heard a little girl calling Cody’s name. I turned to see Reagan, a good friend who also goes to our church. She approached Cody, in her fun, outgoing usual way and asked Cody if he wanted to go dance with her by the DJ. Cody’s eyes looked up at me, a plea for help. He looked almost ill. I could tell the poor guy clearly did NOT want to dance. So I asked him, “Cody, do you want to dance?” Geez, thanks, Mom, for repeating the dreaded question! Cody politely said no. Reagan pointed and said, “Well, there’s hula hoops over there too.” Cody still didn’t want to be anywhere close to dancing girls, though! I tried to rescue him by saying, “Didn’t you want to go play on the playground?” Cody perked up and with great relief in his voice said, “Oh, yeah!… Right now!” He convinced Reagan to play over there too, and I saw her give him a big hug. So cute!

On a side note, towards the beginning of the time there, Cody got hot and totally chugged a big amount of soda. Shawn told me he was taking him inside because Cody’s stomach was sick. I looked at Cody, and he truly did look miserable. I thought his fun was over for the evening. I watched them head towards the door, and then I saw some lady laughing, and Cody and Shawn turned around to come back to me, both of them laughing as well. What happened to feeling completely miserable??? Cody walked up to me and said, “Mommy, I just made a REALLY loud noise (Belch), and now my stomach is all better!”