Dancing in her Head

This morning, when we pulled into the school parking lot, I turned down the radio and Anni yelled at me. The following conversation ensued:

Anni: Hey! Turn the music back louder!

Me: How do we talk?!

Anni: Please! I want to dance!

So, I turn the music back up for a moment and look into the backseat. Anni's sitting in her car seat, not moving a muscle.

Me: I thought you wanted to dance?

Anni: I am!

Me: You aren't moving.

Anni (smiling a wicked little smile, taps her head) In here!

Me (in disbelief): You're dancing in your head?!

Anni: Yep!