the happy dance

B. will do almost anything for applause, especially if I promise to also do the happy dance which is me hopping around - sort of like Irene Cara or her body double dancing to "Maniac" in Flashdance. Yesterday I made grilled halibut, roast potatoes and corn and got B. to eat a little corn with the promise of a happy dance. And then today we had lunch with Amy at the Counter and roped her into the hoopla in exchange for 3 bites of cheeseburger. She obviously thinks we're nuts. But when it comes to B. eating outside his comfort zone there is nothing too lame or embarrassing that I wouldn't do. Really, the best form of birth control is spending time with other people and their kids.