Kiddo was standing on the pack-n-play so she could reach the table (plus I think she likes the change in perspective). She saw me, yelled "da!" and pointed to the radio, and shook her little hips. She can't talk, but she sure can tell me exactly what she wants. I put in some Sunday music, and she happily danced along.
She repeated this action later while we were preparing dinner. She feels the music, and must dance.
