It’s 3:30am. I jolt awake and roll over to see Billie, wide eyed and smiling, at my bed.
“Mommy. I think we have to dance.”

Uh. Hell yes we do.
And we did.
And it was awesome.

I didn’t even think about it, guys. My kid was like, “dance party?” And I was like, “duh.”

Except now I’ve been up since 3:30 and I have a super long day ahead of me.

Damnit.
…When am I going to realize that I’m the parent in this relationship?