There are a million reasons you could judge me as a mom while watching the following video clip. Okay, I'll go ahead and do it for you.
Number one? I am video recording while driving. I know. I KNOW. But in my defense I was on a super quiet street and very slowly pulling up to a stoplight and I didn't have my eyes on the camera, I had them on the road. I was just holding my phone up in the air and occasionally glancing in my rearview mirror to see what was being recorded. Promise.
Number two? The seatbelts are all over the place and their chest clips are not at the proper armpit level and tightened and whatnot and for that I blame the unseasonably warm weather today and the fact that I had adjusted them yesterday for Winter coats and today they wore no coats at all because it was like 73 degrees. This is Indiana's fault. And a little bit God's. (I kid!)
Number three would be that we are listening to crappy Top 40 music, but hey. Our car has 170,000 miles on it and the check engine light has been on for six months and the CD player has been broken for about two years. In a couple weeks I will bust out my Bing Crosby Christmas cassette tape and we will listen to nothing else until December 26th. (You know you are jealous of this part. You know you want to be an Andrews sister. Jingle bells, Ja-Jingle bells, Jingle all the wa-ay. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, buhduhrudarup burup! Jingle bells, ja-ja-ja jingle bells! Or is that just me? Ahem. Don't make me sing.) Also, I am kind of okay with crappy Top 40 music. So what.
ALL OF THAT TO SAY? Check out Alice's sweet dance moves. My favorite are the ones at 29 seconds in. She cracks. me. up.
Also? Notice how she is singing along at the end. "I love you."
Also? Notice how entirely bored out of his mind Clark looks?
Just wait 'til I pull out my trusty Bing Crosby tape. That ought to liven him up.