Re-living the past during the present

I worked up a sweat with Mr. Man dancing for hours after the kids went to bed. The girls kept coming down wondering what the loud banging was. It started because I was in the process of putting together the girls dance routine for their talent show. Ja was busy downloading the songs for them. In the process of finding just the perfect songs, we were brought back to our past of Stake dances. We played the songs we remembered dancing to, to show off for each other of how we would go crazy to the point of everyone else forced to move away from you until you were drenched with sweat ready for the next slow song coming up. Mr. Man's dance consisted up break dancing on the floor and jumping straight up as high as he could go in a mosh pit. He thought the girls would look and see who jumped the highest as view him as THE MAN! Well, no matter how high My man could jump, he will always be my Mr. Man. . . even though all girls reading this would know girls looked at mosh pits as, well, immature. We will still always be young (and immature) at heart I guess. Thank goodness. Too bad Mr. Man will be paying for it being on call tonight. Guess we should have ended our dance party before mid-night.