Dance Class

Occasionally Miss Laura lets parents watch dance class. Miss Laura hates having parents present because the kids don't pay attention. Last week we arrived a few minutes early (while another class was in session), so I sent Elena to change her shoes and stood by the door to make sure she changed her shoes and sat in the appropriate spot before leaving. Miss Laura asked if I was waiting to speak to her. I took the hint and left.

If you've never watched little kids learn to dance, you're really missing out. It's so bad it's good. None of them move in rhythm, about 3/4 are doing the wrong move, and they occasionally stop mid-dance and run to the bathroom.

Most of the kids kept looking at their parents and running back and forth to talk with them or get a hug. Some of them were screwing around and had multiple "discussions" with their mommies. Not my girl. I fought the urge to coach her and I think it really paid off. The above photo was about the only time she even looked in my direction. Elena loves dance class and takes it pretty seriously for a girl pushing 5. Surprisingly, one of the best girls is the chubby one you can see in the mirror in the photo below. Chubby can't do cartwheels though. Plus she had to run over to her mom for a drink every 5 minutes.

After some ballet, the girls switched over to their tap shoes. Elena struggles with the finesse steps, but she excels at stomping. And marching. Her marching skills would make Hitler proud.

The night ended with tumbling. I tried to get some pictures, but from my angle I got nothing but backside shots.