Daddy, Dance

The best part of our first and tired night in London was Ellie’s determination to dance through the streets of London. This is slightly funny because this isn’t really normal behavior for Ellie. I encouraged it, because I wanted her to be having some fun on what I feel was a bit of an non-kid friendly day.

As we paraded up and down about 10 blocks of Cromwell Road in Kensington looking for our ideal dinner location (never to be found) Ellie didn’t get frustrated, but instead decided it was time to dance. We aren’t sure what really started this, but she started wiggling around and saying, “Daddy, let’s dance.”

I started to dance with her and sing some song from the 80’s. She just ate it up and kept on “dancing.” I was finally able to convince David to join her for brief periods and caught this photo. It was really funny. She kept this up all the way home – several blocks!

I love my little Ellie bean and her spirit! I hope that my rigidness doesn’t manage to squash it.