Dance For Your Papi

Saturday is 'cleaning day'.  Music gets turned up loud at our house, and people go to town on their respective chores. 

Everyone's busy, in theory.  Jim's paying bills.  Jack is groaning upstairs about not wanting to clean his room.  I'm elbow deep in toilet-scrubbing-land somewhere in the house. 

And then there's... Emma.  NOT doing chores when she thinks no one's looking. 

Dancing for her papi.

This girl doesn't feel accountable...