Just wondering

Is it wrong that I spent my Saturday morning dancing to Chingy, Trick Daddy, and Ludacris (mmm... Luda...) with the kids? Going through unmarked mix CDs is always fun, it's like an audio treasure hunt. (Note to self, save time by marked CDs as they are burned!!) Oh, and for the record... my son cannot dance. I'm pretty sure he may never get laid due to the twisting butt shake that must have come from his paternal genes. It's definitely a unique set of moves.