I made a dance video. Or, should I say, I made a dance video under duress. There was no free will involved on my part in making said video. I was - once again - helplessly subject to mommy's frivolous whims. And, if that wasn't bad enough, daddy did not only fail to rescue me from such whims, he was mommy's cohort in the endeavor.
And let it be known that the song choice was none of my doing. It was mommy's. Jason Mraz? Really, mommy? Of all the songs out there, this is what you choose? I will never trust you with music selection again.
Let the record show that I was NOT happy about this dance video. But, I humored my old folks. They owe me big time for this one. I'm talking brand-new-trlcyle-for-my-second-birthday big time.
Love,
WFT
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