The night of Lily’s first-ever dance class, in early September, she was so excited that she spent nearly an hour dancing around our kitchen in her tap shoes, watching herself in the oven’s dark glass.
And since then, she asks me nearly every day, “Do I have dance class today?”
So color me shocked when she came out in the middle of her most recent ballet/tap lesson – dressed in her pink, skirted leotard, and this week’s appointed class “leader” – and asked to go home.
Huh? Did I miss something?
Oh, yes. I had no idea in the moment, but yes. Continue reading
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