Imogen and I were going through her basket of Too Big shoes to see if she'd grown into any. This process delighted her greatly, eliciting leaps and twirls and squeals of pure joy.
On the fourth pair of shoes, a pair handed down from a friend, already well-loved, Imogen slipped them on and a broad grin spread across her face. She stared straight into my eyes.
Imogen: Mama, these are my cha-cha hip hop shoes and they will make me dance so much better!
And then she cha-cha-hip-hopped her morning away!