No witnesses

No one is around to witness, thank goodness, my new workout routine. Ten-month-old Lucas has become very fussy in the evenings, and since Mr. Trillwing goes to bed very early and is a light sleeper, I need to keep Luke quiet.

So I've taken to dancing to Sesame Street Platinum. Summoning up all my skills from my embarrassing two years of pubescent dance classes at the prestigious Marilyn McDowell Studio of Dance, I entertain Lucas with jazz hands, snapping, wide-legged pirouettes, and other remnants of the mid-1980s.

My signature songs? "The Sesame Street Theme," "Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood?", "Doing the Pigeon," and "C is for Cookie." Imagine variations on the "YMCA" dance on that last one. . .