Every so often, I risk life and limb to venture out of the house with ladies that are nearly a full decade younger than I am. The lure of an evening filled with 1990s hip hop goodness is, for the most part, more than I can resist.

But a full day of answering questions about why it is past breakfast, and lunch, and nearly dinner time and I am still in bed (Ava: Wow, mom. You are so tired today, huh?) has me questioning my late night antics.

The answer? Early-evening, in-home dance party. Safety first.

Enjoy! (And goodnight.)