There are times I'm with my children when I feel like I'm getting glimpses of them in the future.
Just over a week ago, I was able to see the girls in a bar.
Belly danced with abandon, arms out to her sides, keeping time with the music and giggling with a few friends. Jilly sat at the bar, looked around at the sights and waited for her ice water. She danced too, often in my arms and mugging for the camera.
We were, of course, at the first Baby Loves Disco to come to Boston. This was decidedly a kid-friendly affair, with balloons everywhere, a bubble machine, airbrush tattoo artist and juice boxes. 
My kids were in heaven. They danced, got tattooed, ate their weight in snacks (oh wait, that was me), and then collapsed in the quiet lounge area. In a strange way, short of the tattooing, it wasn't all that different from one of my night's out about, oh, ten years ago.
like mother, like daughter---displaced skirt and all
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I love that shot of Jilly at the end. You don't have to go home, little girl, but you can't stay here. Well that's better than a misplaced skirt, which may have happened once or twice in the 90's.
I was wondering if you were going to post anything about this.... too funny! I loved watching the girls have fun in a bar....who would of thought...
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