Dancing with Joshua.

Preface: I'm supposed to be cleaning the house.

Reality Check: You simply have not danced until your cochlear-implanted young deaf son turns the dial on the radio until he finds some music (little dude doesn't dig talk radio), drags you into the living room and tries to get you to dance. Dance, you must! You can clean more later...

Josh has taken a strong liking to music lately. He'll point to his ear when he hears it on the radio, TV, in the store, you name it. He's wide awake, bright-eyed and bushy tailed right now, wanting to boogy. And when that cute little hippy-haired toe-head pulls me into the living room to dance to "Kung Fu Fighting", I will dance every time. :)