Creative dancing?!

Yesterday, Mama was busy in the kitchen cooking my meals and Papa was cleaning the house. Boring--to me. To make me stayed in the living room and not clung onto Mama or Papa, Papa played the Hillsongs Kids songs again.

So as I was dancing and they were busy doing boring stuffs, Papa suddenly brought into laughter and decided to film me down. I took the bucket that was supposed to be for my sand and water play and placed it on my head. Previously, when Papa did that, I would be irritated and take it out.

But that day, I put it on myself and danced with it as if it was part of the ritual. And of course, after that filming, I got told off for standing on the chair! Kill joy. I was only trying to simulate a stage performance mah!:P