There is a hula-dance-off going on in my living room right now.
First, Riley taunted his younger, grumpier brother by…. hula dancing at him. As Matt’s head practically popped off in indignation at being hula-d at, the seventeen year old called Riley out on his lame-ass hula moves, claiming his own are better. I promise you, they are not.
And Matt just gets angrier and angrier, until he stomps off to his room. Over hula dancing.
I wonder if all the Polynesian people of the world are feeling a strange, momentary sadness settle in their hearts.