Oh 5:00 pm Monday Ballet Class, how does Priscilla love thee? All night, I tell you, she's been counting and re-counting the ways. First there's the outfit, pink and flouncy. Then there's the teacher, skilled and devoted. The classroom? Appropriately mirrored with a ballet bar and CD player. And best of all are the positions and movements. Priscilla stretched and swayed and flexed with all her might, her energy, her attention; she was zealously eager to please. She is a butterfly, my daughter, social, and happiest when able to get out there in it and spread her wings. Is this really worth the time and expense? I wondered, while giving our debit card to the woman handling registration (It is difficult to afford anything "extra" these days). I couldn't have asked for a more satisfying confirmation. Thank you, mama! Thank you! Only six days left till next time! Priscilla told me as we drove back home.
You're welcome, baby.