I showed this picture to my brother Beeve when he came to pick up The Goomba. The first thing he said was he hoped this wasn’t going on the blog! At least he can say he was only about 4 years old, and really had no control of his destiny at that time.
Whether he remembers or not, this was something that we did. A lot.
We put on tights, ballet shoes ( I had the shoes, he wore slippers that our Grandma Georgia made), and always tied the hair bows around our waists. I don’t know where I ever got the idea for that. Then we danced. I am going to say we danced to Christmas music in this particular shot.
It was fun! Don’t judge him.
And if you ever meet up with him, please don’t mention it either!
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