Calvin has commandeered the stereo. He has borrowed his sister's little "disco ball" lightshow toy, you know, the base with plastic spinning globe that has a weak lamp inside and several colored windows on the ball. He has taken a standard flashlight, balanced it on one end, and placed another hollow ball-with-circular-cutouts on it, to make a static lighting backdrop for the swirling colors. He is cranking tunes loud, dancing, running over to play the djembe and, simultaneously, getting himself ready for bed.
He runs into the dining room shortly thereafter, grinning, and declares that he has invented "The dance of the Pajamazons."
For reference, here is his playlist this evening: Continue reading
