Saturday, December 20, 2008

Dancing Ladies Man

One of the funniest things to observe on the beach trip was Tyler's ability to gather attention from the ladies. We were in awe that every place we went Tyler met a little girl to play with. He was a magnet. Tommy and I joked that he had more game than 98% of males of any age. The shyness that Tyler once possessed has all but disappeared. On this trip he made friends at every turn and the theme for this trip was definitely "dance party". The moves we have been working on in the car while jamming to "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" have finally paid off.


On Wednesday night we caught a shuttle to the other side of the resort and ate pizza on the boardwalk. On our way back, we passed an outdoor band playing great music. Tyler peeled away from our little group in about 10 seconds flat and hit the dance floor. Before we could even run to catch him, a little girl named Peyton joined him and they danced like I have never seen any kids move for about 20 minutes straight. (Notice the little girl in the wing waiting for her turn).
Tyler showing off his finger shaking move -I TAUGHT HIM THIS MOVE, I am so proud.
Tyler also met friends Sarah and Pauly (6 year old twins from upstate New York) at the water playground. Sarah and Tyler were inseparable for two days straight. They held hands and went down watersides about 50 times. Tyler would have done really well with an older sister.

On Tuesday night we ate at Johnny Rockets (yes, we went to Paradise Island and ate here. If you went to a buffet connected to your hotel the first night and paid $135 for two people, you would eat at Johnny Rockets also). The food was ok, but the entertainment- WHOA! All the waiters came out and played dance music and formed a line to sing and move. Again, Tyler hopped up in his chair and joined in. The place was packed, and everyone was clapping along to Tyler dancing. The louder they clapped, the wilder he danced. What can I say, The Bahamas brings out his mojo.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's in the genes.