Friday Fun Flick: Tapping in Mommy's Shoes

I'm not sure what inspired me to take my tap shoes out, but for some reason this week, I had the strange desire to see if I could remember any of my tap routines.  You see, I don't have many skills or talents.  I'm not athletic or artistic.  I'm not good at singing or playing a musical instrument.  I'm also not particularly flexible (alright so maybe that's just too much information). What I'm saying is that during my childhood, adolescence, and even adulthood, I tried a lot of different sports and hobbies, but the only one that I truly loved, and still love today, is tap dancing.  I started at age five, took lessons until I was sixteen, and then I went back to taking lessons in college until I was thirty.  Oh, I'm not a flashy dancer that can gracefully hop around clicking my heels, but I can do a mad shuffle hop step hop step.  (Drawbacks are my specialty.)

Well, to my surprise, I actually do remember several of my old routines from five years ago.  (My last dance recital was in 2006.)  From time to time, Little Lewie has seen me tap dance and liked it, but this time, he LOVED it.  He kept following me around the kitchen, stomping his feet again and again.  Finally, I suggested he try on Mommy's tap shoes.  Well, this just made his day.  Of course, I didn't capture him early on when he was full of energy, but I did manage to get this video clip before he decided to take my shoes off.  (I may just need to buy him his own tap shoes one of these days...)