Boys Can Dance Too

Dirty, sweaty, and full of smiles

We've started a new tradition in our family and it happens every six months when we spend two days inside the house listening to the Prophet and Apostles speak, aka General Conference.  By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Randy was off to Priesthood session and I found myself alone with three rambunctious boys.  I had already taken Marcus to the ER earlier that day to get his scalp glued back together so I wasn't about to let the boys wrestle their wiggles away.  I needed something safer.  Thus was born. . .

 The Ball Family Dance Off.  

The rules are simple:

1.  Don't get hurt

2. Don't hurt anyone

3.  Dance your pants off!

I cranked the music (Black Eyed Peas, Hot Chelle Rae, Bon Jovi, C and C Music Factory) and we danced and danced and danced.  We were still going strong when Randy got home so he joined in on the action.  

It's not every day you seen an endodontist in a suit break dancing in the entryway

 click on the links to hear clips of the boys favorite dance tunes