Not that kind of dance...

This morning the Diva was dancing around the kitchen while we were making breakfast. She was skipping around and slapping her knee, having a grand old time. I said, "Diva, it looks like you are having a hoe-down." She didn't answer me, left the room and then came back. Both Daddy-o and I were in the kitchen. When she came back in she started dancing and said "Look at me! I am doing a ho dance!" Not the kind of dance we really want her to practice. Daddy-o looked at me like it was my fault.