So About Those Dance Lessons...

For a while now Tessa has been interested in dancing. It really started last fall when I enrolled her in a tumbling class that met once a week. It was a mom and me kind of thing and she really enjoyed it. Some of the other little girls took dance lessons as well and she began talking about starting ballet classes. I told her that she had to be a big girl potty-wise before she could take dance lessons and that was kind of the end of it, although she did twirl around practicing her ballet moves fairly often.

Fast forward to this week, when another package from Grandma came in the mail. The boys received baseball cards, which are always a huge hit, and Tessa got a ballerina's outfit. Not just a leotard and tights, but a full on costume with sequins and a big, fluffy tutu. She wore it all day on Tuesday, except to preschool (I had to draw the line somewhere). She watched TV in it. She played on the computer in it. She ate dinner (carefully) in it. She loves it.

I'm just waiting for her to remember that A-she really loves twirling around like a dancer, B-she is potty trained and C-Mom and Dad promised her ballet lessons once she was potty trained. So far she hasn't made the connection. But since it's been scientifically proven that small children are smarter than both parents combined in cases like this, I realize that it's just a matter of time. Until then, it looks like every day is dress up day at the Wright household.