Have you seen the video of the parent’s flash mob at PS 10 in Park Slope?  It’s on Nona Brooklyn, a food blog, and it’s a sight to see.

Picture it. You’re eight years old. Your mom wakes you up, hustles and herds your groggy ass through the morning drill: “Get up get up! You’re gonna be late!” – nipping at your heels – “Eat your breakfast! Hurry up! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!“

She runs you out of the apartment, pulling you faster than your shorty legs want to go, across the street, down the block, “Come on, come on, we’re gonna be late.” You scamper and hustle under your backpack loaded with books. The schoolyard comes into view, same as every day. All the other kids mill around with their parents, while the principal hectors everyone through a bullhorn from the top of the steps, “OK guys let’s go! Line up! Line up!”

Same as always.

But wait, what’s this!? Strange, slow, soft music suddenly unfurls over the bullhorn’s blare. But what? Parents suddenly disengage from the mob, traipsing, oddly gracefully for an inherently nerdy breed, into the empty center of the schoolyard…And proceed do prance around in some sort of choreographed ballet…What!? Parents. So weird.