No, not like the chicks on Baywatch, like actual children. Normally I’m not a fan of children as a species, but the 2 kids at the wedding this weekend were FABULOUS.
First, they were setting up vials of sand (for this really cool part of the ceremony where the bride and the groom and her daughter and his son all mixed their sand together to symbolize the blending of their lives) and the son asks his soon-to-be stepsister: “Are we gonna keep the sand afterwards?” And this little Hoody-in-Training says, “No, we’re gonna give it to some Canadians.”
I like to died.
Then a little later, he asked her if she had bought her dress (I’m assuming because his tux was rented, so he thought her outfit might be as well) and she said, “No, I stole it. I went to David’s Bridal and I stole it.” That boy’s gonna have to sharpen up right smart to keep up with her!
But he DID turn out to be an AMAZING dancer — how can an I’d say 8 or 9 year old kid know the Worm AND all the moves from “Thriller?” I was alive when those came out, and I sure as hell can’t do ’em! And it’s a case of never could do it, not a case of being too old and decrepit, so don’tchoo bitches even start.