One afternoon while hanging out with family at my mom's house, the conversation meandered to the subject of the River Dance. We cracked jokes, performed our own clumsy interpretations, and generally made ourselves look silly. Son #2 listened intently as we continued to talk about the River Dance. All of a sudden, my little son jumped into the conversation. "I do da Ribbit Dance!" He cried. "Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!" Son #2 hopped across the tile floor like a frog chasing a fly.
My sister giggled and asked. "Did you say the Ribbit Dance?"
"Yeah!" Son #2 croaked. Then, he continued to hop around the living room. "Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!"
"Psst! Check this out." My sister whispered and pointed discretely to my froggy, young child.
I poked my head around the corner and laughed. "What are you doing?" I asked my little son.
"Da Ribbit Dance!" Son #2 yelled with enthusiasm. He continued to bounce from room to room all the while croaking as loud as he could. "Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!"
Son #2's dance was so infectious that we could not help but join in the fun. Pretty soon, we were either croaking or hopping along with my youngest boy. Son #2 croaked even louder between bouts of laughter. Next, Son #1 encouraged his younger brother to fly through the house while shrieking like a manic frog. Soon, two frog children were bounding across my mom's house as if leaping from lily pad to lily pad.
My children are ridiculous!
Eventually, the leaping and bounding began to get out of control. Slowly, we helped the children calm down. Their flying leaps turned into gentle hops. Their raucous croaking turned into quiet chirps. The froggy children looked tired so we began to get their shoes on their feet. However before we left my mom's house, I turned to my youngest son and said. "Show me the Ribbit Dance again."
Son #2 grinned and replied. "O.K." Then, he hopped with all his might out the front door to our car. "Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!"