So soooo sick of Dance Moms.
Gary is not. He’ll watch the same episode two nights in a row.
When the show focuses on the girls, he always says one of two things, either, “Look at how those girls just ignore their Moms fighting” or “It’s amazing how they can learn those routines so fast.”
Tonight he confessed he finds the girls fascinating because, “This show is the only time I get to observe little kids. It’s like they’re aliens. They’re so focused! And you have no idea what’s going on in their minds.”
When the show focuses on the fighting Moms, he says, “Those women are SO bitchy.”
Tonight I asked: if he were a Dance Mom, which Dance Mom would he be? He thought hard.
“I’m afraid I’d be Christi.”
“The HORRIBLE one?”
“That would be me. I’d be in everyone’s face, causing trouble.”
We decided he isn’t really that spiteful and mean, he just can’t keep his mouth shut. Especially if there’s underlying tension.
I again thank the Lord for the Pill.
3 responses to “Gary: Dance Mom”
It’s a generational thing, too. Kids are aliens, because they live in the present moment. They don’t stroll down memory lane much.
I assure him most children are not that focused. I’ll bring mine over for an hour and he’ll beg us to leave after 30 minutes. That should allow you to turn the channel once and for all.
Hattie – That makes sense. Like when teenagers think their misery will last forever. Caroline – Can they dance? I bet Rebecca can dance.