For anyone who thought I was an MJ basher, I have to say, I was honest when I claimed that in spite of any vacillating opinions I might have about the scandals in his life, I still love the music.

In fact, we had an impromptu Michael Jackson dance party at our house this past weekend. An experience that proved God really does choose sides. I decided to make fun of my husband’s dancing (which was a pretty stupid thing to do since he already hates dancing and rarely agrees to more than one or two slow dances at the odd wedding or event we attend…).

And almost immediately after this transgression, one of my children knocked over a full glass of wine on the dining room tablecloth. Then another child fell off the side of a couch (where he shouldn’t have been climbing, but that’s neither here nor there…). After which a general melee of confusion and hysteria ensued.

So yeah – I get it. Persecute Chris and suffer the consequences…at least I know where I stand. But in my own defense – it was too funny not to imitate. He has one signature dance move that just begs for some good natured roasting.

I wish I could show him doing it – but I fear that something truly cataclysmic would happen. Like an earthquake swallowing my entire closet, or the extinction of the cocoa bean…or Freaky Friday-like body swapping with a teenager right before midterm exams (am I the only one who still has nightmares about this kind of thing?)

BUT I do have the next best thing. I made Chris record me doing my imitation of him. I suspect that he only agreed since I look awful and have a big pimple on my chin, but he was a good sport nonetheless.

So without further ado, I bring to you, The Double Dutch Snap:

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BUT you could possibly come up with a kick ass new dance move to join the white man’s overbite hall of fame. Move over “lawnmower,” “sprinkler” and “shopping cart” – you’ve got competition!

Seriously – I dare you to NOT Double Dutch Snap the next time the opportunity presents itself…