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mochadad says...

Dancey, dance time is a big deal in our house. Not only do I get to expose my kids to different types of music, but I also get them chance to teach them how to dance.

Before I proceed, I must admit that I gave to birth to two out of three rhythmless children. This fact saddens me because I loved going to clubs and getting in the middle of the dance circle when I was younger. I won't say who they inherited their rhythmless genes from *cough KayEm*, but it sure wasn't from me.

When my son, N, dances it looks like some bizarre hybrid of breakdancing and moshing. Nee, on the other hand is more subdued, but her dance moves remind me of Elaine's. X is the only real dancer of the three. I think Hip-Hop Harry and Yo Gabba Gabba have influenced his style (the other two had to endure The Wiggles and Barney).

First we rocked it reggae style with Phineas and Ferbs' "Backyard Beach." X was doing a laid-back, island inspired bounce while Nee and N had concocted some weird version of the Macarena.

Next we had to endure a Jonas Brother's song. My kids don't really like the Jonas Brother's, but their song, "Keep it Real" is kinda catchy. Nee and I held hands and danced together for the duration of the song while the boys had some mosh pit thing going on.

The climax of dancey, dance time occurred when I played MC Hammer's "U Can't Touch This." My kids love, love this song. Their favorite part of the song is when they can do Hammer's typewriter dance move. It was four minutes of pure mayhem in my living room. At any moment, I fully expected MC Hammer to burst through our door and join in.

For our grand finale, my son, N, and I recreated all of the dance moves from New Edition's "If It Isn't Love" video. Nee and X decided to sit this one out because they were tired from bustin' a move.

KayEm could only shake her head as she watched our performance.

Mocha Dad

 

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mochadad says...

Since he's been watching Yo Gabba Gabba, my 2-year-old son, X, has developed some wicked beatboxing talent. Sometimes he and I sit at the table and have beatbox contests. I rarely win because X has skillz.

This morning, I walked in on X dancing to Mariah Carey's "Fantasy" with my wife, KayEm. I didn't protest because this song has the most creative rhyme ever uttered in hip-hop (Me and Mariah/Go back like babies and pacifyas. - OBD). Eventually, I had to intervene because too much Mariah Carey is not good for anybody.

"Yo, X," I interjected. "You wanna kick it old school?"

"Ol Kool," he repeated.

Any old school hip-hop rotation has to start with Run-D.M.C. I queued "Sucker M.C.s" on the iPod and pressed play. X immediately protested.

"No, no," he yelled. I was shocked. What son of mine doesn't like Run-D.M.C? I considered calling Maury Povich, but my wife wouldn't have found the humor in that.

Maybe Run-D.M.C. wasn't old school enough for him, I thought. I decided to shift gears. I searched through my iPod until I found Mantronix's "Fresh is the Word." X was excited when he heard the hi-hat intro, but he quickly lost interest when MC Tee started rapping.

"No, no," he protested. But this time he started beatboxing.

"Oh," I said. "You want hear some beatboxing?"

"Yes!" he responded.

"I have something that I think you will like." I scrolled through the iPod again until I found the perfect song. "Here's your buddy, Biz Markie." I said as "Make the Music With Your Mouth Biz" blasted from the stereo.

"No, no," he protested again. Now I was confused. He loves watching Biz Markie on Yo Gabba Gabba, but today, Biz got the "Gas Face." I was perplexed. If he didn't want to hear Biz Markie, what did he want to listen to?

Doug E. Fresh? No!

Blake Lewis? Hell, no!

As I sat there watching him beatbox, the lightbulb finally went off. I frantically searched my iPod until I found what X was waiting for. The speakers boomed with the sounds of "Brrrrrr, stick 'em. Ha ha ha, stick 'em. Brrrrrr, stick 'em. Ha ha ha, stick 'em. Brrrrrr, stick 'em. Ha ha ha, stick 'em. Gonna rock the beat box and a fresh, funky rhythm."

X pumped his fist and yelled, "Yes!" He started beatboxing with the song and displayed a littler swagger while doing so.

All this time, my son was a Fat Boys fan and I didn't even know it. I had to play the song at least five times, before X grew tired of it.

Sorry, Biz. It looks like Buffy is the real Human Beat Box. But in a few years, I think X will take the title.

Mocha Dad

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bhans says...

in response to: http://twitter.com/treywallis/status/1385499383

The minute I looked that up Xander said: "Oh yeah that guy is a total freak." Check out the little Asian dude gettin his freak on!

Which, of course took us on a journey of funny YouTube videos that landed at Daler Mehndi and the Tunak Tunak Tun dance. I love the internet.

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Ray says...

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