Dance-dance revolution

Not much going on these days. Ben and I are beginning to realize why Scooter sometimes gets sick of her little brother. Those two play together so well most days, but sometimes, she complains that he's demanding. After four days of him saying, "mommy/daddy! Play with me!!" I get it. Because you'll sit down to play with him, and he dictates the play down to what car you get, and what, exactly, you do with said car. Tonight, we had a dance party. We danced for about 15 minutes before I replaced the batteries in my camera to film. The only reason why we stopped was because Ben came home with some dinner for us.