I just created an interpretive dance using my body to shape the letters of each of my children's names.
They are PISSED.
little kid's was easy to do and is a pretty catchy little routine, if I do say so myself.
Big Kid's, not so easy, and involved a squatting straddle move that he seemed to particularly hate.
Their hatred of this dance made them stop arguing with each other and unite against me, trying to force me to go into my room and close the door.
Every time they would peek in and check on me, I would be on the other side of the door, practicing my new dance moves.
I got a good amount of time alone in there.