Friday was family movie night. There was popcorn, lemonade, 102 Dalmatians, and even a friend sleeping over who was surprised to discover Priscilla and Benjamin's long-standing habit of busting every move conceivable to whatever hip-hoppy theme song is being played with that particular film's closing credits. I cannot tell a lie; I find it HYSTERICAL to watch in person and impossible to resist joining them in their brief five minutes of trance-like concentration on the art of dance. Those photos, however, I will keep to myself.
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