Lately, Vivi has been trying to trick Russ into dancing with her. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? What little girl should have to trick her daddy into dancing with her?
It all starts out so innocently...
La dah de dum...la daaah, dee dummm...
Then, suddenly...wait. What's this?
Suddenly, Vivi's legs have all the stiffness of cooked spaghetti, and she starts chanting, "SWING ME! SWING ME!"
Russ's protests that they are dancing, not swinging, go unheeded as our small jellyfish continues to flop around on the floor, refusing to use her legs.
But, in the end, Russ will always swing her, and it always ends like this.
To be honest, I don't think he minds being tricked into dancing all that much.
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