She has no idea what she's getting into

C started dance for the year last Saturday. As we milled around between classes, chatting and catching up, I tracked down the teacher/owner to chat with her about the fit of C's ghillies. L got her attention and showed her what she'd learned. (C's been showing her steps.) M looked up and asked me "how old?" "3 and a half," I replied. "Do you want her to start in the beginner class?" she asked. I was shocked. Floored. Amazed. I fear for her sanity. I have stood by my statement that I will not be one of *those* parents... the ones that push and shove and micromanage. Oh, my little Trixie is SO talented. You must take her... I have made it very clear that I would not even *ask* when L may start classes - I would wait for her to be invited in. "It's up to you," says I. M then bent down and asked L if she'd like to take classes. L hugged her bear tight and nodded yes. I again warned her, "She's your vampire, you know. Once you invite her in...."

I think she'll have a great time. I've heard about little else since then. She has her "ghillies" (black ballet practice shoes) ready to go. I wonder how she'll do. It's hard stuff. If you start a kid in ballet at 3, it's no big deal. C took classes then. They don't do much, and it's a lot of pointing and turning and arm movements. In step, you have to learn to keep those arms down at your side, and to do "two-threes". Not the easiest thing to learn. I tried it once. M did a ceili class before St. Pat's one year. Thankfully, she taught in a room above one of the popular Irish Pubs in town. "Two-Threes" are much easier to learn (as an adult with 2 left feet) if you've got a Guinness in you... Currently, L skips around the room, then stops and kicks her butt. She then announces that she has kicked her butt and skips on. Hysterical. We shall see!