Sunday. Backyard. One blow up pool, two sisters, two matching pink ruffle swimsuits I bought on purpose, and Got That Feeling playing off my phone on the porch rail. That is the whole setup. That is all it took.
Yall I did not tell them to dance. I want that on record. I was sitting on the steps minding my business and the song came on and the big one just started. Knees in, arms out, that lil shoulder thing she do. And the baby looked at her for about two seconds, decided she was not gone be left out, and started doing whatever that was with the stuffed pig in her hand. She never put the pig down. Not once. Danced the whole song with a pig.
Judges scores, since somebody gone ask.
Big sister. Ten. She had the moves, she had the face, she knew where the camera was and she used it. Been watching me too long.
Lil sister. Also ten. Less technique, more heart, and a pig. You cannot score against a pig.
Now the sunglasses on the big one. Those are mine. I did not give them to her. I want that on record too.
This right here is why I keep a blow up pool in the yard till October. Aint nothing in it but a foot of water and two inches of grass and it still the best thing we own. Twenty dollars at the store. Every summer they outgrow it and every summer I buy another one.
Got that feeling. Both of them. Every Sunday.
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