Dancin' face

Two days ago my father told me he had talked to some old friends of his, and had told them of this blog.  He said they should look at it.  Well, bad timing on his part.  :)  I had these up my sleeve to load.   I can't resist.  

I mean... look at that face!?

This is what we call "The Dancin' Face".  Or at least I have just termed it.  

It is in every picture I took of him this night.  

{And I am guessing if he ever dances again, this is what will happens... puckered lips.  I would put money on it.}

{AHHHH break from the puckered look.}

My dad, and his posse, were going to lip sing YMCA.  We watched the YouTube videos of the dance video YMCA way to many times to be healthy.  He was trying to grasp at anything.  Then my sister, Paige stepped in.  She was teaching him all sorts of sweet moves.  Classic moves.  Moves that could possible get someone in trouble.  And what is great is that he tried them all.  It made for a funny night.  We laughed and laughed.  ..... Or maybe I laughed and laughed.

Here is Paigie... doin' her thang.  Love the face on her too.  

I am so glad no one has ever photographed me while dancing, that could be some lethal stuff.