Must Dance

The other morning, Max ran into the kitchen where Cara and I were eating breakfast. Very urgently, he cried, "MOM! MOM!" He had only just begun to tell me whatever it was that needed to be urgently said, when he noticed that Santana's "Smooth" was playing on the radio. He stopped, mid-word, and a vacant, dazed look came upon his face. Just as suddenly he turned, and danced away.