"Rocket" Stars

Every once in awhile I let my kids turn on the radio and we all just boogie to whatever song is blasting from my itty-bitty whimpy under-the-cabinet radio/cd player--I like it, by the way. For just a few minutes, my kids shake their booties, jump up and down, and grasp their imaginary microphones and dance and sing away. They feel cool that I let them listen to "rocket" music (that's what they call it!) Love how they call themselves "rocket stars", too. It just makes me giggle. When you have your six year old announce he's going to be a rocket star someday it just just sounds better than the Bon-Jovi/Aerosmith rock star picture that gets painted in my head. (Not that I ever listened to any of their songs or had any of them memorized while surviving the 80's!) I wonder when some big kid is going to correct my kids at school. As for now, I'll just enjoy my little rocket stars gettin' down to XL92.3. I caught a picture of Sarah and her usual reaction to our little impromtu dances. She's a little unsure......