Okay, I’ve been getting grayer and grayer. I’m okay with that, I wear it with pride.
Yes, I’ve also been getting softer around the middle… and there’s been more of it!

But now my kids can outdance me.

Tonight, we played a game that they’ve been hooked on the last few days: Twister Dance – The DVD Game

It plays like this: On the TV is a woman (a cartoon of a woman) who instructs you in Dance steps. You stand on dance mats and try to match her dance steps. It’s like the old game of Simon, except… you’re dancing instead of just hitting little light up squares.

It’s fun, physical, silly and a good time. But my kids have been playing for days, and I just started (plus I’m still coughing like crazy, stupid flubug or whatever it is)… so they kicked my butt.

Eventually, I gave up and just started shaking my bootie and doing the white man’s overbite. (When Harry Met Sally fans, you’re welcome.) This provided an excellent opportunity to A) make my kids and wife laugh, and B) Distract them from the fact that I was failing miserably to follow the little cartoon woman’s lead. Sadly, only plan A worked…

“Dad! It’s blue, red, arm, arm, home, home! It’s easy! Now just add the shoulders, hips, knee pops and bends in!”
And then they were Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers…

For a fleeting second, I thought about practicing tomorrow. I mean, my manly pride (please don’t laugh at that, it hurts me. Thanks).. My manly pride says “Don’t let them beat you, wimp!!”
But my manly pride has another voice, that says “Seriously? You’re thinking about playing this by yourself when no one is home, just so you can get as good as the kids? Don’t you have… a job or… something?”

Still… a little cardio workout wouldn’t hurt….