He's got the Music in him

A helped me set the table for dinner the other night and asked that we put on some music. So, the Salad was eating and we're chatting, when M suddenly looks up from his sweet potato fries and says, "Mommy, I need to get up and dance." Far be it from me to put the kibosh on that. By all means, little man, get down to it. And so for 4 minutes, he fist-pumped to Rihanna's "Don't Stop the Music".

Watch out Jersey Shore, you got a hot one comin' your way.