My son and I were walking down Main Street. I was still singing the song that had been on the radio in the bookshop we just left, a catchy tune that suggested that I should shake, shake, shake my booty.
"I don't think that's very appropriate," said my eight-year-old.
"Which part? The lyrics to the song, or the fact that I'm singing it out loud in public?"
"A little of both, actually."
"Hmm..." I replied. "Would it be more appropriate if I danced while I sang it?"
I proceeded to demonstrate, dancing in the manner the song suggested.