Baila Baila!

This weekend was tons of fun for Pook and mommy. Lots of partying and
lots of dancing. One of my dearest friends, threw a party for me and another
friend to celebrate our new gigs. This was friday night. Pook was in a really
good mood and so was mommy. We got to the party on time and everyone
was so in love with meeting Pook. She's definitely a charmer. She wowed them
with her verbalicity and beautiful spirit. Once the music got going...she was
dancing Pook all night. She encouraged people to the dance floor and placed
herself in the middle. All the while mommy was conversating and drinking, Pook
was shakin' it up and enjoying being the center of attention. She decided to
check in with me for a potty break. And just as we finished taking care of business
and turned the water on to wash hour hands we heard:

Rehab

Pook runs out of the bathroom back to the center of the dance floor. Hold's one
finger up in front of her face, and pursed her lips just in time for the chorus:

No NO No!

Everyone points and says she that she is soooo cute. And bold.

I'm kinda embarrassed. My daughter knows the words to a song called
"rehab" that is about refusing to go.

It's our current get hyped song of the moment. That was once a private
affair now made public.

The only thing more revealing then this moment was perhaps the solo moment
mommy had "walkin' it out" the next night at a basement party.