One of my favorite things lately is when Ava “shows me her moves.” She seems to really work on new dance steps and likes to show off.
I have no idea where she gets such a trait.
None.
One of my other favorite things is to think of all the activites, lessons, hobbies, etc. that I can push on my child.
You know, because I didn’t get to do them myself.
This is right up there with the evolution and effectiveness of bribing, and using the phrase “Because I said so“
and “we’ll be there when we get there” in appropriate situations.
No, she won’t be in pageants. I hate makeup and little girls with “flappers” and spray tans creep me the eff out.
I might shove a cello at her, to see what she does. She might learn 3 languages, because she picks up on them quickly.
Who knows.
But the girl is GOING to get herself in an Irish Dance Troop. I’m already saving Uncle Blooper’s hair trimmings for the curly wiglettes.
Here’s the start of her master footwork:
I hope you dance, Ava Claire.
