We went to dance downtown tango night last night. Hazel wanted to dance. As we were swaying and twirling to the music and kicking one leg back and forth like the charleston (like she would normally to a swing song), she noticed a lady in red dancing in really closed position with her eyes closed.

Hazel: mommy, why is that lady hugging that man and closing her eyes?
Me: well hazel, that’s how some people llike to dance the tango

Next thing I know, hazel hugs my leg, burrows her face into me, lets her body weight drape against me and closes her eyes. I realize that she is dancing the ‘tango.’

When we walk back to the car later that night, Geoff is carrying her. She is tired and leans against his shoulder, and she is hugging him.

Me: hazel. Are you dancing the tango?
Hazel: no, because my eyes are open.
Me: oh

🙂