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We are the dancing queens...

Yesterday I expressed my fear that Henry and Ezra may drift into the hideous world of amateur theatre, primarily because they both are supremely talented singers, dancers and - most of all - drama queens. Now, I am hoping that their lust for the STAGE is just a STAGE, and that they'll settle down to non-theatrically based activities in the near future.

Until then, we are left with scenes like this...

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yamini said…
I couldnt stop laughing while watching the video. It is hillarious and CUTE!!!!! Whose idea was this anyway? or was it an impromptu gig.

Henry sure is showing more than just passing inclination towards theatrics. Couldnt help noticing his little touches here and there while dancing, specially that "back-touch."

Ez is giving him good company there with the claps.

Henry didnt look too happy when the music was stopped. Did the audience ask for an encore? I want one....
17 July 2009 at 14:34
New Yorker wannabes said…
I think they are ready for a...Greek dance (zeimbekiko). One is in the middle dancing and the other on the side clapping-like zeimbekiko lol

So cute!
Have a great day!
xoxo
17 July 2009 at 18:42
Roddy said…
Lord of the dance! If nothing else. He certainly wore me out.
17 July 2009 at 21:42
Sue said…
When you said Henry liked the moon I didn't realise you may have meant that he liked TO moon!!!
And all the wargaming the boys have been doing may have been because they are in the "Seven Nation Army"???
I'm gonna fight 'em all...
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back..
They're gonna rip it off...
Taking their time right behind my back.
17 July 2009 at 22:37
KL said…
Wow! where did Henry learn all those steps!? Incredible. From TV or from his kindergarten? I like the way Ez was clapping and moving....another great dancer...
17 July 2009 at 23:01
Priyanka Khot said…
Absolutely lovely... Henry is set to become an item boy in a chic Masala Hindi Movie... Loved his dance and Ez was clapping on command... he sure listens to you.
18 July 2009 at 03:50
Dina said…
They are a great team!
This carefree stage of life is great. If only it would last past 5 years old.

Happy birthday sweet Ezra!
19 July 2009 at 03:46
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they're both keen dancers. Pure naturals.
21 July 2009 at 10:21
Kris McCracken said…
Marianna, well, Henry LOVES saganaki and I could eat octopus all day, so maybe we have some Greek in us somewhere.

I know I have Sicilian, so maybe it is Greek/Sicilian!
21 July 2009 at 10:23
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, bloody White Stripes.
21 July 2009 at 10:25
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he's too little for Kindergarten. Those moves are one's I've taught him.
21 July 2009 at 10:25
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, for the moment he does...
21 July 2009 at 10:26
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, it's all downhill from five...
21 July 2009 at 10:26
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