I have relapsed. I have continued to obsess over the cuteness. Even when the cuteness decides to break dance in the driveway...
It started out normal enough.
It started to get a little out of control.
The neighbors might be calling the police because my young child is shaking his booty and screaming the lyrics to Vanilla Ice.
He likes to finish it up with "Word to ya Motha." No, he really says it before making this pose.
And then he wanted to know why I kept telling him to rap in his "inside voice."
I might need more than one 12 step program pretty soon. Ha!