Lil' J is 5 and totally awesome. He pairs up some of the most fantastic outfits, he passes gas in public constantly, and has mooned his aunt in the middle of a Thai restaurant.
A great friend of mine came into town this week for a conference (we live in Sin City baby)! We made plans to meet up with her at Rainforest Cafe in the MGM. Big J, Lil' J, G and I were making our way through the casino when a snappy Katy Perry song came on. I started singing and dancing and asked Lil' J if he would get in on the act with me. He normally jumps at the chance to show off his spastic 5-year-old moves and singing at the top of his lungs. In a stunning change of events, he whispered "Stop dancing in front of the people."
My mind wasn't sure how to process that little gem. And then it dawned on me...I have the ability to embarass my son! I remember the first time my mom was jamming out to Muzak, singing at the top of her lungs at the Commissary (military grocery store for you civilians), and I wanted to crawl under a rock. That's some serious power I now wield!
I am a tenured member of the Mommy Club!
I made a mental note to use extreme caution while he is still young and I like him. However, it would serve him well to remember when he is a hormonal, testy teenager that I am a powerful, powerful woman with a set of lungs like Mariah and moves like Jagger.
Play That Funky Music,