A couple of months ago, Clare declared that she didn't want to take ballet anymore. She's been taking it for three years now, and is among the older of the girls in her class. Not to mention that it sounds like she is one of the only ones who pays attention and listens to the teacher regularly. So, I think she gets bored, and therefore we weren't shocked when she made this announcement. We were, however, already out $65 for the recital costume, so we cheerfully informed her that as soon as the recital was over, she was finished with her commitment. Which, Clare being Clare, she just as cheerfully accepted.
Today was the big day, and she was fairly excited about it (though not nearly as chatty about it as she is about her upcoming gymnastics show - gymnastics has definitely trumped ballet). The program began at 2, but we had to be there at 1, and we were informed that the program would last about 90 minutes. Naturally, hers was among the last to perform. We thus booked a sitter to stay with Danny, packed a book for Mommy, a coloring book for Clare, and allotted time at the nearby sports bar (prior to the performance) for Tim, and headed out.
It was cute, she looked adorable...and all three of us are glad that it's over. It did give us an excellent excuse to head to Dairy Queen afterward. I mean, where else should a dancing queen go?
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