Earlier, when Dave and I were sitting at the kitchen table, he got up out of his chair to do this sort of, wonky legged, waving his hand in front of his face chicken dance. And I thought that this was quite funny.
But then I glanced up to look at his face, and that's where the magic was happening. The utter look of concentration to get the dance juuuuussst right. Well now, THAT was priceless.
