During the dancing; Open
Heidi watched her siblings as she danced her way through the crowd on the floor with Simon standing on the toes of her shoes. It was a look of acute pride and blatant enjoyment, a sharp contrast to the concentration on her eldest son's face to remember the movement of his mother's feet to replicate later when he'd stepped away on his own. Monty, relieved to have been released from his mother's step, adjusted though it was for him, had retreated to a spot where he could work at the confining conundrum of his bowtie and take another crack at melting an ice sculpture with his hands and small lung capacity alone.
Noting that, despite his utmost efforts to maintain the contrary, Simon's legs were begining to tire, Heidi scooped him up, supporting his steadily increasing height and weight under one arm, while the other held his in place outward from their bodies; providing him with the illusion that he was leading as she danced them back to their table for a glass of the bubbly, non-alcoholic substance he had been taking great pleasure in drinking in what he considered to be an adult-like manner.