Day decides to be Michael Jackson.
A chubby arm, raised. Clutches the shaved head, an inch over an invisible fedora. Other arm rises, points to the west. Head tilts down.
Someone yells Moonwalk! Day obliges. Right foot moves back. Left foot follows. Right. Left. Right. Left. It's not perfect, just cute. And funny. And fun.
Day looks up, smiles. Innocent pride shines as aunts and uncles coo. Day tries to hop. Stumbles. Rises up and does it again. Everyone claps.
An uncle sings 'Billie Jean.' Day dances. A Michael Jackson with a child's innocence.
Day is two.
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