Wyatt suffers from the same affliction I do...but its much cuter on him. His obsession is SpongeBob. As you can see, even in the throes of a rolling on the ground with the toasted oats box fit, he can still rally for the theme song.
I'm obsessed with it. I love it, LOVE IT! Why can't I dance like that? In my heart, my soul...I really feel like I can. I'm dancing that way on the inside. And sometimes, it comes out. I mean, I took dance for a loooooong time, I do have some sense of it. All of a sudden I feel myself moving around and then I happen to catch a glimpse in the mirror...oh no. No, no no no no. Put it away. I guess I'll just keep dancing on the inside, except maybe when no one but Wyatt is here and I'm not near any mirrors.
