fuss speaks (or rather, dances)

An impromptu birthday dance party erupted when I got home- Fiend was visiting, and Devra appeared on the deck, summoned by the siren song of Brian May's guitar.

At one point the Wife commented "having kids is so weird- why does he need a pillowcase over his head before he'll dance?."

Later, Eye of the Tiger was playing, to the rabid approval of Fuss who was shaking his arms over his head.

"Mama...all the scarecrows like it!" he proclaimed.

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