So Brenna rubdown wanted my top five dance moves of 2014, but I feel like making my sons compete on this front is impossible because they all have different approaches to FEELING THE MUSIC. It’s like trying to compare apples and oranges and Louis’s majestic inability to pretend like he gives a shit about the LWWY rowing when he’s not feeling it. HOW DO YOU DO IT? You can’t. So instead I decided to take this opportunity to honor their different approaches. IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
1. LIAM’S UNRELENTING FANCY FEET, AKA MY OXYGEN. LIAM AND I ARE LIKE SHARKS IN THAT IF HE EVER STOPS MOVING WE BOTH DIE.