Gotta Dance

I've been having what can kindly be described as a rough time lately. I don't feel much like writing when that's the case, which I guess means I don't have a future as an angsty 19th century French poet who spends her days in smoky cafes penning great works of literature. Alas.

So I thought I'd tell you about something that makes me happy. My little niece, now nearly 17 months old, has got rhythm. I mean, the girl can dance, and she knows it. Or maybe the point is that she doesn't know it, that it happens without her consciously realizing that she's dancing. She just can't help it. The moment she hears music, she starts stomping and swaying.

It's so frigging cute, I can't stand it.