You may recall that #3 on K's wish list to Santa was for leotards, ballet shoes, and to go to ballet school. Santa totally came through. Kate loves her leotards. She loves her ballet shoes. And she NEVER wants to go to ballet school again.
I now know that the hands clasped in front of her chest means: I am frozen and when I thaw out it will be with a rush of tears.
Where is my mom? Out in the hall? That's about 10 feet away! Too far! MOMMY!
Intent little face as she listens to my pep talk.
Hey, I'm a pretty good pep talker or K-T just really wants to touch the barre. After all she has been practicing on the handicap rail in every bathroom stall we enter for months now.
K's teacher (who is not a mouse, but is redeemed somewhat for having Rapunzel like hair) gives everyone a glitter sticker for doing such a great job.
Mom and Dad only paid for FIVE more classes.
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