Amiee and Artie are now 7 years old and inseparable.
Artie put in Michael Jackson's album, Bad. Artie loved all of Michael Jackons's work. Aimee was a fan, but not quite as much as Artie was. He knew that Bad was her favorite of his albums and liked to play it when they hung out.
"You know I'm bad, I'm bad,come on, you know! And the whole world has to answer right now, just to tell you once again, who's bad." Aimee sang along happily. She wasn't that great seeing as dancing was her thing, but she was okay.
They listened, sang along, and danced to the rest of the album. When they got to "Smooth Criminal", Aimee suggested they make a dance for it.
"Aimee, that's a great idea! Then we can show my mom!" Artie's mom was doing some work upstairs, letting the kids hang out without a parent hanging over their shoulders.
The pair spent a little while putting together a dance that they could do. They barely disagreed with what moves to put in. The two put in mixture of moves that could be done alone and that had to be done with a partner.
Knock, knock. Artie knocked on his parent's bedroom door. She opened it , smiling down at Artie and Aimee. "What do you need?"
"We'd like it if you watched our dance we made." Aimee asked sweetly, hoping that she'll remember all the moves they just put together, not knowing Artie was thinking the same thing.
"Of course I can!" Mrs.Abrams closed her door and headed downstairs with the 2 children. They did their routine only slightly messing it up. Mrs.Abrams clapped at their performance. They were still at the adorable age. "How about we go get cookies for all your hard work!" They all got into the car and went to the bakery.
