People Get Around

PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET

The sentence is funny on its own, but listen to a two and a half year old kid sing and dance whole-heartedly to it and you'll realize you knew nothing about the effect of these words.

The other day, a kid in the day care where I work, whom we shall call Little Pip, came in. Little Pip's entire two-and-a-half-year-old body wanted to dance. The dance was the standard toddler torso shake that we all know and love. The melody was simple and could probably be described as lacking, but Little Pip couldn't sit down for more than two minutes before breaking out the lyrics, "People get around. People get around." These words were repeated continuously until Little Pip

a.) danced harder than his range of balance would allow
-or-
b.) found himself led to something shiny by his short attention span.

If distracted, though, it was for mere seconds as Little Pip found his hips even taking part in this uncontrollable dance-although his feet stayed firmly planted in the floor, as if they knew this dance would only get out of hand if something wasn't done. I, myself, was thoroughly amused. Little Pip was possessed. Possessed by "People get around". At the same time, I found myself mulling over these lyrics. "People get around. People get around." Was it a hip-hop song about promiscuity or a Sesame Street song about transportation? I may never know, but I will tell you this. The song flooded my mind and became the soundtrack of my entire day. So, thanks Little Pip, and wherever you are, I hope you found a comfortable spot to rock it out until the break of dawn. Keep dancing, Little Pip. Keep dancing.

PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET AROUND PEOPLE GET