I've recently started a tradition of dancing around with my daughter for 10 minutes after dinner. Well, actually we did it one night and then she asked me the next night whether we're going to "dance crazy again?" How could I say no?
After a few days of this, I'm calling it a ritual. And it rocks -- literally:)
As I was there, dancing crazy, I kept thinking of what I always hear as a working mom - it's quality of time vs. quantity. I have a hard time buying this sometimes, but you know, I bought it then. My daughter clearly LOVED getting silly together with me and I am pretty sure she didn't care that it was only for 10 mins:) (We stopped when she laid down on the floor and said "mommy, it's now time for a nap.)