Trent is a dancing machine. The moment that little guy hears a note of music, he stops what he is doing and begins to dance. He truly gets dance fever. First, he balls up his fists tightly and then those fists begin to shake back and forth. Next, he widens his stance and then he begins to bob up and down quickly. He also throws in the intermittent white man clap which is never to the beat of the music. My older brother said it perfectly when he told me that when Trent dances, he looks like he has all of this energy that he has to get out of his body which results in near body convulsions. It truly is hilarious.
If you follow my blog, you know that my child loves to be naked. He takes his clothes off any chance he gets and just lets it all hang out. Yesterday however, he didn't take his clothes off himself. I had stripped him down to his birthday suit so that I could dress him for the day when a song began to play on the movie Hop which was playing in the background.
As usual, Trent stopped in his tracks and began to dance. This time however, he began to spin in circles rapidly. Knowing that I had to tape his new moves for Mark, I whipped out my phone and began to record him. Suddenly, Trent fell over, presumably because he was dizzy. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. Trent stood up, shook the fog out of his head and then busted out the balled fist move. After shaking his fists for a few seconds, he threw out yet another new dance move. What move you may ask? He began to slap his junk...hard. I paused, not knowing what he was doing but he continued to slap himself in the pecker (as we call it in my house). He wasn't yanking on it at all...he was just slapping it over and over again. Paul Rudd saying, "slapping the bass, mon" immediately began to play in my head. I started laughing as I told him to stop slapping his pecker. He paused for a moment before spreading his legs apart widely and then slapping himself in the belly several times. Again, I told him to stop hitting himself. He stopped, sighed dramatically as if to say, 'dang, mom, stop interrupting me' and then he began his bob, weave and clapping moves.
I sooo wish that he wasn't naked in the video because there is nothing more than I want to do right now then post that video. I showed it to Mark last night and it brought tears to our eyes from laughing so hard. I'm sure my description doesn't do it justice but trust me when I say that it is the funniest thing I've witnessed in quite some time.
Dang, I love that kid. He makes me laugh every single day. Slapping the bass, mon!
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