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He danced to the sound of the trumpets, sliding across the kitchen floor in his socks with an air of abandon.

“Woah! Woah! Woaaaaah!”

He waved his hands in the air as Patti Labelle’s voice rang out once more from the radio, adding his own slightly off-key counterpoint.

“Dee-dee dee dee-dee silky smooth,” he sang, his head wobbling from side to side as he ran a hand down his body, “Lala la café au lait!”

With an overly extravagant gesture, he squirted far too much washing up liquid into the bowl, continuing to dance and sing along despite not knowing half the words. Before the verse was over, soap suds were flying through the air.

“Gitchi gitch yaya dada,” he bellowed with glee, scrubbing a plate with his eyes closed.

The door behind him opened, but he continued to sing and dance, apparently unaware.

“Mocca chocolata ya ya!”

He span around and threw his arms in the air. “Creole Lady Marmalaaa-aaa-aa-aade!!”

His wife burst out laughing. Unfazed, he grinned, and danced towards her.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir,” he sang, reaching out and dabbing a blob of soap bubbles on her nose, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

She laughed more, and he grabbed her and span her around the kitchen.

“Quit it,” she gasped through her giggles. “Let me go! Come on, you have to finish the dishes.”

He pouted. “Aw. I thought I could seduce you with my sexy moves and get out of the housework forevermore.”

She slipped from his arms and grabbed a teatowel.

“Clever plan,” she said, flicking the towel at his backside. “Nearly worked. You wash, I’ll dry.”

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: Three Word Wednesday‘s prompts this week were Clever, Finish and Silky – I really struggled with this one, though.)