He was tall and suave. She was petite and giggly.

“There’s a band playing tonight,” he said. “And dancing.”

And that was how my Zoe, 4, and Jack, 9, came to be bopping way past their bedtime on a tropical island dancefloor to corny 1980’s hits (yes, I recognized every one of them) by a Filipino band named “Fourplay.” If not for the halter-necked, mini-skirted singers, you would have thought you were at ”Baby Loves Disco.”

Jack’s mom, a Brit whose husband is a steel executive working in Kuala Lumpur, watched from the sidelines, cocktail in hand. She shook her head in wonder at her gregarious son. “He was chatting up the band last night,” she said.

Just after 10, Jack bid Zoe goodnight and disappeared. As I carried the exhausted little girl back to our room, we spied Jack at the pool table. With a pony-tailed lass closer to his age.

Cribsheeters, any kids’ holiday encounters to share?

  Zoe and Jack chill out

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