This afternoon as we were leaving the grocery store and unpacking the our things from the trolley, an older man drove by and parked into a space across from us.
I’m not sure what he had on his stereo, but it was rather loud and sounded a bit like tacky 80’s rock.
What do the boys do? Ignore it? No. They start to stare and then proceed to do their wiggly bum dancing while still in the trolley seat. The guy getting the trolleys and a few other people see it, I laugh, the boys laugh, the man in the car does not.
They are without a doubt, my children.