The girls have developed an obsession with Michael Jackson and I started it. One day, we were talking about dancing and I said “You know who could REALLY dance?” And then out came the iPad, then the YouTube videos, then the iTunes downloads.

I worked late tonight, and when I got home, Diggs was giving the girls a bath. They were fighting back tears, he was fighting back laughter.

Upon further investigation:

After an extra-elaborate bedtime ritual tonight—Mom, will you go with me to brush my teeth? Mom, will you pat me on the back so I don’t think about it?—I was half throwing Diggs the REALLY?! look and half trying to contain my own giggles.

When we finally had a minute alone he said, “I forgot about the eye part.”

So this should be a night.