Yesterday, while I was looking through racks of clothes at Wal-Mart, Ella says:
"Mommy, I want my booty to shake."
"What?" I ask.
"I want my booty to shake up and down. Like that lady over there."
I didn't see anybody, and I said, "You want your what?"
"I want my booty to shake like that lady and like you. You're booty goes up and down when you walk. And that lady's does too."
Hmm. Thanks, Ella.