Music In The Morning

My youngest likes to pretend to be a kitten cleaning his whiskers. He also enjoys being a lowrider. When his best friend got here this morning I combined the two and taught them a bass-rich set of dance moves. We hopped and sang and glided around the kitchen until my Lovely Bride arrived to take them to school.

"What's he doing?" she asked my son, pointing at me.

"The Hydraulic Cat," said my youngest.

She didn't blink. "Get your backpacks, we have to go," she told them.

"Meow," said my son's friend, undulating toward the door.

"Boom chucka, boom chucka," I said.

"See you tonight," she said to me.

"Bye sweetie," I said.