While most sane folks might see this image as a parenting failure, this is my image of gratefulness. I am thankful that my one year old has the vocabulary, authority, and sheer know-how to command a familial, morning “booty shake”, that comes from both a place of joyful spontaneity and a somewhat unintentional routine. And while I am perhaps equally grateful that this contagious rump bumpin’ is typically reserved to the comfort of our humble home, ultimately I am happy that my kids feel the freedom and comfort and safety to start their day with wild, uninhibited elation, and that our entire family feels the pull. Because these random dance-offs have somehow become the definition of our family, as every time we’re all about to lose it, all it takes is a makeshift dance floor to bring us all back. Because we are happy…or at least mid-booty shake.