I have two new Christmas cds this years: Michael Buble and the Puppini Sisters (a bit like the Andrews Sisters according to the blurb - I wouldn't know being far too young to remember them).
We were listening to Mr Buble while GrandDaughter was having lunch yesterday and, naturally, I began to dance around the kitchen. GrandDaughter did not approve and told me in no uncertain terms to stop. I laughed and carried on and she said, 'I'm serious. This isn't funny,' which of course made me laugh and dance even more. But she really really meant it.
I didn't think my dancing was that bad ...
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Why are young people so censorious about us oldies dancing (or whatever else we enjoy)? If they don't like it, they should look the other way.
Loved this story , my granddaughter Olivia wants me to dance , doesn't matter where we are . If she hears music in the co-op or the shopping centre :-)
Indeed, nick. Why spoil my fun?
I don't know why she was so dead set against me dancing, Anne. Funny child.
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