Went to party last weekend, and after the kids had dominated the dance floor for a while, the DJ asked the mums and dads to join in, so we did. DS1 (11) completely mortified. He says it was like watching a disco in an old people's home. Apparently my attempt at the cha-cha-slide was too sad for words (wish I could reproduce his imitation of me doing it).
Is it time at the geriatric age of 38 to hang up my dancing shoes or should I be defiant and continue strutting my stuff (I thought I was rather fabulous, which may be the problem... )
And am I the only one who resents the insistence on golden oldies for the over 30s instead of modern stuff?