Our tiny dancer was appalled by her toddler ballet class. The worst offense seemed to be the choice of music. She looked at me quizzically when the teacher put on songs like “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and “I’m a Little Teapot”. What, she seemed to ask with her eyes, is this garbage? Put on some Katy Perry, some One Direction, some Talking Heads, some Snoop Lion, for goodness’ sake! After a couple of minutes of this, she gathered her things (sparkly gold purse is a MUST for making a dramatic exit!) and demanded to leave.
We did stay for the entire class, but Genevieve, the girls who adores our near-daily family dance parties, was not at all impressed with ballet. I tried not to laugh during class, especially since the (very sweet) teacher and a couple of the other mommies seemed so serious about it. It was an almost exact repeat of what happened when I tried to take Mira to ballet at this age. Judging by the fact that Mira is now a dedicated and beautiful dancer, it’s hard not to just laugh these toddler moments off.
Genevieve might ask if she had the words: When do they offer hip hop, y’all?
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