All was quiet and serene in the Maidink household last night.
I gave the Dinks her bath. The little dirt merchant needed it, bless her heart.
What is it with kids and dirt? She gets filthy everyday. It's not worth buying her decent clothes. I should just pull them out of the local clothes drop-off dumpster. Last summer, at her school, I witnessed her taking a plastic cup filled with loose powdery dirt and dumping it on her head so it cascaded down her itty-bitty self. She looked like a Tide commercial. With the warm weather here again, she is back to the dirtlot at school. Thank goodness she just plays in it now and doesn't give herself a dirt shower anymore.
Back to last night.
I always dry her off on our bedroom on our bed. It's a bigger space than her crib and makes it easier to get her jim-jams on. Once she gets her "big girl' bed, that ends.
As I was getting her PJs ready, she hops onto her feet and starts jumping up and down on my bed rather frantically. It wasn't that she was in pain 'cause she was laughing. She then starts to chant.
"I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to MOVE IT"
Holy chowder! My kid's dancing to techno!
She's having a good ole time jumping everywhere, giggling and singing.
I smile, rather uneasily, and cleared my throat.
"Sweetie, where did you hear that song?"
"SCHOOL!" she shouts out.
Head hurting, I ask, "Honey, when do they play that song?"
"DANCE TIME!" she shouts even louder. She's still singing and jumping and I believe she hears the music being played rather loud in her head.
"Sweetpea, who plays that music?"
Her teacher. Now, I'm thinking her under 25 years of age blond-haired teacher is playing a 90's techno-rave CD in the classroom and the kids are just going nuts. Just great.
All night, Dinks kept singing "I like to move it move it ..." and jumping everywhere. Thank goodness she settled down at bedtime.
Today, I Googled "I like to move it move it" and found out it's on the Madagascar Movie Soundtrack. Ah-HA! That explains everything.
Clever teacher. She get the kids together and gets their energy out via dancing (which is akin to exercising). Pretty smart for a blonde-haired kid. Well, in my eyes, she's a kid. Hell, she's a short kid, too. Wouldn't take much for her class to gang up and over take the room.
This may explain why last week, Dinks kept jumping up and down saying "jump, jump, jump, jump ..."