Dance Fever

There's a war being fought in my sons' genetic code. It's not a battle for survival or against some malignant disease, unless you count social leprosy. It's a struggle between their mother's natural gift of rhythm and their father's fundamental whiteness. It's one that I hope her genes win. As Dan Quayle said, "What a terrible thing to have lost one's hipness. Or not to have hipness at all. How true that is." At least I'm sure that's what he meant.

What does it look like when white boys under three feet tall try to lay down the boogie and play that funky music ? No, that's something else. Anyway, here's baby dancing, oh and whining, and a penguin being bashed with a hammer. They're not really related, but they are funny, painful and funny as hell, respectively.