Date Night Dancing

I’m tired of being the mom who 9 times out of 10 says no.

So when Beau asked if we could dine in at Jimmy John’s I finally said yes.

An impromptu mother-son date night.

Of course music was involved.

I don’t remember what was playing through the speakers, but it moved Beau.

Literally.

Right there in our little booth he shot his arms up and started moving to the beat.

I loved it.  Every minute of it.

He didn’t care that people were in line or behind the counter making sandwiches.

He just had to move.

Too bad we adults don’t do that more often.

I’m pretty sure the world could use some more adults randomly dancing in Jimmy John’s.