Shake It Up Chicago

“Come on Cece! We have to go shake it up Chicago at the ball!”

This is my four year old son (who had been somehow convinced into putting on a pretty purple sparkly dress) talking to my five year old daughter.

When I asked him who “Cece” was and what “Shake it up Chicago” meant, he looked at me and annoyingly sighed (the kind of sigh I can predict will occur when, in 10 years, I ask who this “Kourtney” girl is who keeps texting him....or whatever new way of non-communication technology bestows upon us).

“Mom, this is kid talk and can you please just let us play without asking us questions!”

That was his answer to my obviously ridiculous question.

My husband looked at me like “He told you!”

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He did.

I understood the message loud and clear....no translation needed there.

The truth is I love to listen to them play when they think I'm not listening. Their little huge imaginations really shine through when they think no one over 2 feet is paying attention.

My daughter is usually the boss and consequently the boys just follow. As it should be:-)

Photo by Gwen Aucoin www.gwenaucoin.com

So anyway, Cece, turns out, is this pre-teen pop heartthrob on the Disney channel (I think) and I have yet to figure out what it is, but it cracks me up every time I hear them yell “Shake it Up Chicago!”

Hummm....maybe I should be more concerned that I don't know what the hell my kids are talking about?

Well, on second thought, I haven't heard any profanities or sexual content so I think I'm good:-)