The living room was a mess of crayons and toys. The young mother stood in the middle and started her worm dance.
Her six kids stared. The youngest whispered, "Cringe." The young mother stopped dancing and sat down hard.
After dinner, she tried the robot shuffle in the hallway. The kids giggled once. Then they looked at each other like it was nothing.
That night, the young mother knelt by her youngest's bed. The toddler tugged her sleeve and whispered, "Can you do the worm dance again?"
The young mother lay on the rug and started the worm dance. Squish. Squash. One by one, sleepy eyes appeared in the doorway.
All six kids squeezed into the room. The youngest clapped tiny hands. The young mother couldn't stop giggling.
The living room turned into a worm-dance party. Six little bodies wiggled everywhere. The youngest climbed onto the young mother's back.
The house hummed with noise and joy until bedtime finally came. The young mother smiled as she carried the youngest to bed.