Did You Get That From Him Too?

This morning Baylee and I were reflecting on the Hanna Montana concert movie we saw the other night as we dressed for the day. One thing lead to another and I found myself morphing into Hanna...I was dancing like Hanna, singing into the microphone like Hanna, inviting my fans to sing with me...just like Hanna! Did I mention I was dancing like Hanna? Baylee was in it right along with me, correcting my pitiful efforts as though she knew Hanna's moves better than I. After a few minutes into my concert I became somewhat short of breath. My breath breaks in between words became more frequent (and have you ever noticed that the more you breath, the more you need to breath?). Out of love and concern (I'm certain), Baylee asked me why I was breathing so hard and loud. I quickly, as to not take away from the show, said "it's from Brody"(meaning the four months I was horizontal on the couch). I proceded with the concert moving from song to song and DANCING. I noticed her face fell from gleaming to deep thought as she asked me to follow her into my bathroom. Still singing and dancing I follow and she asks me to turn my back to the mirror and look back into it. She asked me to do the dancing part where I tell my fans to join in with me (jumping and dancing with my hands in the air). And,out it came..."did you get that from him too?" as she pointed to my butt. The concert ended.