The following conversation took place as I was dancing around the living room to the music on Ellen this morning:
Me: Mason, dance with me!
Mason: [barely glancing up from his Cheerios] No, Mommy.
Me: [unphased by his lack of enthusiasm; still shaking it] Come on, Mase!
Mason: Nope.
[more dancing and singing by me]
Mason: [dropping his spoon and staring up at me] Mommy, stooooop dannnnncing!
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