The script called for me to choose two volunteers and have them imitate my crazy dance in order to illustrate Elisha following Elijah. A couple of first graders came up to the stage, and I instructed them to watch me carefully so they could copy the dance. After kicking my arms, legs, elbows, knees outwardly wildly, I asked them to perform the same thing. But the little girl crossed her arms, shook her head, and said, "It was too silly. That wasn't a good dance at all. I won't do that." Ah kids .... they're just too rebellious these days. And mature.

We went to the eastern St. Louis area yesterday to visit my sister; late into the night Cody, his grandmother, and aunt did the X-Box's Dance Revolution. Every so often, my eyes would slit open where I had collapsed on the couch, and I would glimpse my mother prancing on the arrows, staring at the techno screen, reliving flashdance (in a way) granny-style. I think she's going to be ready for the Trot off Your Turkey 5K this November.