A little while ago a friend mentioned dance classes in our local town. As Jack likes to bust a move or two I thought he'd really dig it especially as this class seemed to have all sorts of styles like ballet and hip hop though I'm not sure about krumping.
Yesterday I finally called and the classes were on that afternoon. I was advised to dress him in comfortable dancing clothes like leggings so he wore his groovy mosman Pj's and he kept on running around the house beforehand saying, "My Ballet shoes! My ballet shoes!" As we didn't have any he wore thongs, the local equivalent.
The class turned out to be a ballet class with Miss Liz and Miss Suze (so different from that one lesson I went to with a scary old crone for a teacher when I was little) and he had a ball. I tried to get photos but it was such a blur of activity that this was the best that I could manage.
I asked him if he wanted to keep doing ballet and he said yes, so today I'm off to find some jack sized jiffies.
3 comments:
So cute! Did the little girls make much of him?
PS. My word verification word is 'insestor'. Who thinks these words up?
The little girls just ignored him as they fluttered around like tiny pink butterflies. There were two other boys there but I don't think they'll be back.
Why can't they have good words like farkle or boggler?
Aww how gorgeous! :D And lol at thongs, the local version of ballet slippers :P
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