My internet is no longer running with snails. It’s not back to it’s former glory yet, but I have high hopes for next week.
At the end she bends down and sees that the decorative bow on her slipper is untied so of course, I have to tie it before she goes back to dancing. After tying those stupid pieces of elastic 31 gazillion times in one day, I snipped them off with a pair of scissors. Much better.
“Free dance” at the end of class. Think she loves it?
We’re off to ballet again in a few minutes. Every day this week she has asked: “Can you sign me up for the next ballet?” until it finally sunk in that yes, she can go every week (until either she or I get sick of it).