Out for a drive on a windy day, Atticus asked me to turn down the music so that he could sing me a song. With apologies to 50 Cent I obliged. This was the song that Atticus sang:
the car dances, trucks, vans and planes
houses and horses dance,
except the dirt and mailboxes
I asked, "they don't dance?", and he thought a moment then continued:
the dirt and the mailboxes, they do dance
the gates dance too
Daddy dances and Atticus dances
we all are dancing,
except Zane. Zane can't dance.
Other than having Zane and me confused, he was right. It was a windy day, and everything danced.