We picked up the girls and their dad after work today and suddenly the vehicle was full of NOISE. Hugs were first on the list and both kids flew into the car to give me a big 'hello' hug - we hadn't seen them for a couple of weeks. The ride down was full of chatter and laughter and jokes about farts. We played 'who can spot the CN Tower first ... and everyone claimed to have won ... that debate went on for quite some time. By the time we pulled up, pretty much everyone was a bit tired.
The girls had brought a movie they wanted to watch ... I didn't catch the title ... but it involved a princess who was turned into a flying horse by an evil spell, her sister who was determined to break the spell AND save the kingdom ... of course there was the handsome dude who didn't get it, until the end when he realises that she was right all along and he never should have doubted the existence or power of a wand of light. Gripping stuff.
The movie, though, had some remarkable music. I think I remember seeing that the soundtrack was performed by the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra and featured music by Beethoven and Grieg. At one point when the music was lush and the story was slow, Ruby got up and started to dance to the music. Sadie was engrossed in a new game we had bought the girls and, though she had pleaded to watch the movie, never saw a frame. I was in my chair, in my housecoat, with a blanket over my legs. I had a cup of tea beside me which I was sipping on. I felt very grandmotherly!
Ruby turned to me, after a slightly off balance pirouette and asked, "Do you ever dance, just for fun?"
I joked, "I dance inside all the time."
"That means, No, right?" she asked, still swaying to the music.
I told her that she was probably right.
"You should dance more. It's fun." She advised me gravely.
And I should.