Well. No. They could be doing the Chicken Dance. Or the Robot. Or the sprinkler.
Still and all, Jono pulled himself up from the bed as well, stretching as he chucked the remote back onto the bedsheets, and then kicked a small square of floor clear of magazines and other assorted crap.
//Follow my lead, then, Sunshine.// And there he went, putting his hands in front of himself, and then turning them over. Like a pro.
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Date: 2011-05-13 01:53 am (UTC)Well. No. They could be doing the Chicken Dance. Or the Robot. Or the sprinkler.
Still and all, Jono pulled himself up from the bed as well, stretching as he chucked the remote back onto the bedsheets, and then kicked a small square of floor clear of magazines and other assorted crap.
//Follow my lead, then, Sunshine.// And there he went, putting his hands in front of himself, and then turning them over. Like a pro.
Shut up.