I got to babysit the kids this afternoon which consisted of packing all 3 of them up, trucking off to Ariah's dance lessons and waiting there until Ethan had Taekwondo across the street. I felt like a suburban housewife cartin' my kids off to all their activities. It was actually kind of fun. Watching Ariah's dance lessons was especially funny because all of the little kids in there are so stinkin' cute.
The class is half tap and half ballet. Ariah hates the tap part and spends most of the time playing with the girls around her or playing some made up game. She LOVES the ballet part though. When the ballet bar goes up, she slides over to it and starts playing on it, practicing her moves. The teacher turns around to change the music and suddenly Ariah knocks the ballet bar off the holder. It crashes to the ground and Ariah jumps back with a wide eyed look that clearly says "how do I pretend that I'm not the one who just broke that?" She glances at the teacher, notices that she's still preoccupied with the CD player, then bends down and hoists the bar back up into place and just goes back to dancing around like nothing happened. Such a graceful ballerina.
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