Dining room dance queen

Amidst P's painting today, he danced. Guess it was a right brained kinda day. When E saw the video (after, that is, he wiped the tears from his eyes from gut laughing) he said I must have shown P those moves. Um, no. While its true that I am a dancing spaz, none of those moves are mine. Especially not the dramatic leg lift ending... He's never seen any sort of dance production (that shall have to be remedied this summer!) so his influence is of unknown origins. I'm guessing past-life Russian ballet with some sort of intrinsic modern twist thrown in....