I was grooving to Dora the Explorer's "We Did It" song while stirring something at the stove. (Hey, if I have to listen to it, I may as well try to enjoy it.) Levi was watching me from his chair with a look of wide-eyed astonishment. I turned around and chuckled.
"I'm 'shaking my booty,'" I said.
"Oh," he said, but his expression didn't change.
"I'm dancing!" I explained further.
"Oh," he said again. The look in his eyes was something like Elaine would get every time she tried to "dance." If that's what you want to call it, Mom.
Hopefully, he's not scarred for life. :-)