Ballerina girl...

For days Donna was excited and talking about going to her dance class. She wanted to wear her tights around the house and seemed genuinely excited. The day of the class I woke up at 0535 to go on a 5-mile run with some friends, which was much easier than dealing with the Little Princess when she decided that she did not infact want to go to dance class, but instead wanted to stay at home. Consistent crying from the moment of getting buckled into her seat to arrival at the dance studio. Not even Hannah Montana's "Rock Star" could calm her down. Fingers had to be pryed from the minivan doors as well as the entry to the dance studio. Parents are not allowed to stay for the class, but I was that day after the teacher saw how distraught the Little Princess was. She quickly jumped into the action once she saw the other kids and participated magnificently in all of the activities. She really enjoyed the tap shoes and was proud of being in her dance class. I'm happy I was able to experience this before leaving, but on my last upcoming Saturday here in Georgia I think I may let her mother have the opportunity to take her.