That was my husband's excuse and why I found myself quietly renting Saturday Night Fever and wishing the glittery-faced (seriously? What the hell is up with the glitter at 11 am on a Thursday?) clerk would stop looking at me like that. I wanted to point out that I was not the one with glitter all over my face, but.... Saturday Night Fever?
Bre's school is having a Disco party soon. During this party there will be a John Travolta look-alike contest.
A contest my husband is determined to win.
Determined enough that I am renting freaking Saturday Night Fever.
I spent a total of 15 minutes with Joe and and the kids while this movie played. Just long enough to determine that my kids are doomed to be very bad dancers.
Just long enough to hear my husband tell my daughter that he was getting some great dance movies out of this.
Just long enough to see me son attempt that finger-hip move and fall backwards over his own butt.
Joe says that there are few times where you get to truly embarrass your kids and he is taking this responsibility very seriously.
All I can promise is that there will be photos.