Musical interlude with youngest after work this afternoon.

He was freestyling, hubby was dancing, I was whooping my encouragement.

Had a wee shot myself, mastered 'London Bridge' and was inordinately chuffed. Forced youngest to listen to it over and over again, just so he could truly appreciate the genius that is his mother. He ended up taking refuge in the playroom where, I've been advised, my music is not welcome. Spoilsport.