...ALWAYS Dancing

On the way home from school yesterday, i decided to push R into the snow. This turned into a huge snow fight the whole way home. I'd push her in the snow and she'd continuosly ram herself into me until I would fall (YES, I did fall in the snow... 5 times). At one point when she was gettin all geared up to shove me, she muttered under her breath, "Ya want some of this?" - right tough.

This little snippit happened a couple weeks ago, but I just remembered it now:

R: I know what bite me means
Amy: Oh yeah? (I didn't know it meant anything, other than bite me)
R: Yeah, it means bite my bum!
Amy: Oh it does, does it?
R: Yeah, mom told me!

R and I were dancing around in the livingroom last night when she decided she wanted to take over and do a one-man show of her own. She goes to her room for some props, all the while telling me not to look. She comes out and is crouched behind the couch preparing for her big performance. Then she states, "Man, you are gonna get a kick outta this one!" This time she's dancing to Hilary Duff Christmas tunes. She emerges from behind the couch, sporting some cool shades and begins to dance - nothing inappropriate, surprisingly. Then she takes off her sunglasses, cleans them, looks at them and throws them on floor, only to pull out another pair from her pocket and put THEM on. Does the same thing again - take off, shine, throw. Puts ANOTHER pair on and keeps dancing, all the while looking too cool. And she is.