He taps me on my hip to get my attention (because he's not tall enough to tap me on my shoulder) and when I turn around, he grabs my hand and asks for a dance.
We waltz around the ballroom that looks a lot like a kitchen and smell the supper burn.
Thanks for the dance, handsome prince. I'd dance with you any day of the week (and I do, don't I?).
I think it's pretty awesome that Elijah has invented his own sign to ask for a dance: he grabs my hand (or anyone's hand for that matter) and moves it back and forth. Often, he simply wants to watch me dance; he doesn't necessarily want to dance together. I've danced at the dentist, multiple stores, and of course in our kitchen.