This evening was the dress rehearsal for Peeper’s dance recital. This whole recital thing has been a bit of a battle all along. She started off saying that she was “not gonna dance on the stage,” but her teacher talked her into it when she told her she’d get to be a tiger and a lion. She’s been off and on about it ever since, mostly off, but I’ve told her that, “We’ve paid for the costumes, you’re going to be in the show. It’s okay to be scared about it because you’ve never done it before, but you’ll be fine.”
Based on what I saw this evening, she will be fine.
Peeper and I got a little crazy this evening and whipped up a pan of brownies.
Peeper telling a legend (or two or ten) that she’s made up. It’s something of a mashup of Frozen and an episode of Martha Speaks and I don’t know what else, there’s probably some Curious George or Word Girl in there somewhere.
I don’t know if she learned any of these moves in dance class, but she’s showing them off in the waiting room.
Strange things happen at our house sometimes.