Today had been tiring for you to say the least. Though you were a stay-at-home mother, you never lacked duties, especially since you recently had your newborn daughter. The small bundle was cute and soft but awfully noisy. You and your husband hadn’t even really decided on a name for her. Although he really did love the name Anastacha…As you thought of adding more baby names to the growing list, you heard a sound from the quiet radio music. It was the door clicking. The sudden sound startled you, but what startled you even more was the presence looming over you. “I’m sorry, Darling. Did I scare you? ” You felt his hooked nose softly brush against your shoulder. “I’m home, your Milkman is home.” He quietly rested there until his head perked up from hearing the song on the radio. It was this new song, and you had no idea why your husband loved it so much. It was called the twist or something. And naturally, as the tune filled your kitchen, through the radio he bought you, he started to do the twist dance. Before you could pull away to continue washing the dishes, he pulled you against him while he was dancing. “Won’t you dance with me, Darling?