That's my dancing girl. She's totally pulling an Elvis there.
While I was at home getting some stuff done, Marshall took the kids to the local private airport for plane watching. Marshall brought his camera, like always. But instead of watching the planes, Marlie started to boogie on down. And she asked Marshall to videotape her dancing. There wasn't any music playing, besides the music in her head. But my girl doesn't need music.
Check it out...
I have no idea where she learned to dance like that. (cough, Marshall)