Penguin Love

Today was a decidedly horrible, no-good, very bad day at work.

So naturally, when I got home, I demanded hugs from Man.  He complied.

And then flapped his arms against his sides.  Why not, I thought, and flapped mine, too, with him.

"Penguin dance!" Having completed enough dancing to satisfy me, I turned to the kitchen to make a snack.

Apparently to Man's disappointment.  He called me back with an inconspicuous: "Well, if you're going to do the Penguin Dance, you should finish the ritual."

I foolishly walked back to stand in front of him, only to have him bob his head from one side of mine to the next.

I don't think well when flabbergasted, because my next thought was: "Don't spit in my mouth...?"

And then Man felt it necessary to defend his sanity--and prove he was not going to spit in my mouth, though I swear it seemed like the next logical penguin move--so he tried to explain the Penguin Courtship Dance.  After showing me a video, Man defended himself by saying, "See?  It's just friendly head rubbing."  And then I walked away.  And he called out again, "Friendly head rubbing!!"

And yes, as in the case of most non-human creatures, a "courtship dance" is really a polite way of saying a mating ritual.  Man's sanity is so far from proved.