Last night was the first night of dance class for the three girls. They were so excited and got to the studio, changed shoes, and rushed in to their classes - leaving poor Will in their dust. He was not happy. He got upset in the hallway of the studio wanting to go into Hayden's class with her. I talked to the teacher, also the owner of the studio, and asked if he could just try the class out and see how he does. She said, "of course!".
He loved it. He did everything they asked, paid attention, waited patiently when he had to and ran, jumped, danced and leaped to his heart's content. So, I guess we're going to have four dancers in the family now. I need to get him a shirt that says, "Dude, I dance." or "I love dinosaurs and dance" - something cute and manly. I know if he continues, I'll have to get some manly shoes because pink ballet and tan tap shoes from his sisters aren't going to cut it.
It was adorable and I never thought I would have a son in a dance class, but it is really good for his clubbed feet which give him some balance trouble and coordination issues. Oh well - Fred Astaire eat your heart out.
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