Little ones are taking their first steps in tiny tutus
Dance class started today. No, not for us. We did that once worst money ever spent. Sorry, Arthur Murray. It wasn't you; it was us. We lasted for one fox trot and half a waltz before we two-stepped right out the door.
Two of the little ones, cousins, have enrolled in dance class. We're hoping they last longer than we did.
There's nothing like low-to-the-ground, full-bodied toddlers swathed in bubbles of pink netting attempting to master the willowy bends and arcs of professional ballerinas.
There's a buzz in the hallway before class. The teacher emerges from the classroom and introduces herself to each of the girls. Then come the good-byes, big hugs and lingering embraces.
"Mommy will be waiting! Be good! I LOVE YOU!"
It will be a long journey for the little ones approximately 10 steps around the corner and into the dance studio. Parents are not allowed in the studio, but can watch on a monitor in a waiting area.
It appears the teacher's goal today is to get eight preschoolers to stand in a straight line.