C called me today, but Caribu wasn't working. It froze on us. So it was a regular Facetime call.
"Grammy, you have to close your eyes right now."
"OK"
"OK, you can look now! Ta Da!!"
She was decking herself out in the old dance costumes I sneaked into her closet last year when her mom wasn't looking. LOL (I had to get them out of MY closets some day anyhow, right??) She had on a Size Tiny neon yellow leotard, bedecked with black sequins and a ruffle of tulle around the leg holes. It looks hilarious on her backside. Following that, she put on another thing, a flapper skirt with red sequins and white tassles, pulled up to just under the black ruffles of the previous leotard, then she put on a hot orange and black polkadotted bandana around her neck, and finally, a long, flowy starry blue skirt number went on her head, as a headpiece/veil thing. LOLOL
Words do not adequately describe this ensemble. LOL Hot mess? LOL
"Now, go get Papa. He has to be the audience, too! I'm gonna have a dance recital!"
What followed was a performance of her warm up- a pretty spot-on version of The Macarena (complete with singing)-- then, into the living room with the huge TV backdrop for a modern interpretive ballet dance to The Nutcracker, followed by some funky disco moves, and The Slide. A jazz hands pose at the end of the performance, followed by a curtsy with all the flapper tassles in both hands.
Applause! Encore! Bravo!
Then, she wanted me to narrate a story about her.
"Pretend my name is Fabreeka (or Fabrina or something like that)."
"Ladies and gentlemen. This is Fabreeka..." I began to say.
"Noo! It's Fabrina!" she clarified. "And say that I'm a famous dancer..."
"And Fabrina was a very excellent and famous dancer," I said.
"And then you haf to say that Papa was the prince, and he really wanted to marry Fabrina because she was such a great dancer..."
"And this is the Prince. He fell in love with Fabreeka/Fabrina instantly, because she was such a good dancer..."
"And now you say that I didn't want to get married, and especially not to HIM!!," she tells me to say.
She proceeds to laugh and dances away from view while Papa protests bitterly.
So, I say, "So she dances away from the Prince, back into the forest and..."
...and...and...? The story got pretty convoluted after this because I couldn't hear the director and I had no one else to feed me the lines.
Pete the Cat came into the story, somehow, when she returned.
Alas. Her mom cut us off because it was almost dinner time. LOLOL
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