Thursday, September 15, 2005
Sophie started dance class today, a combo ballet/tap/whatever program for two-and-a-half to three year olds. I figure that by starting early, we may be able to save Sophie from the embarrassing hereditary condition known as the Metronome Move. I'm hoping that Sophie won't be one of the kids who rolls around on the floor instead of dancing with the rest of the class. (That may have worked for Martha Graham, but right now we're on Step One: Remedial Rhythm 101.) More than that, I'm hoping that Sophie doesn't wet her pants on stage at the end of year recital.
Students were instructed to "come as you are" for the first class, i.e. a regular old t-shirt and shorts. After the class ended, everyone was herded out of the classroom into the hallway to order "proper dance attire". Sophie already has a tiny black leotard and white tights that get her geeked out every time she sees them, but she's been begging for her very own pair of little pink ballet slippers for weeks. She's just about over the moon with glee at the prospect of having both ballet slippers AND tiny tap shoes.
Incidentally, those tiny little dance shoes, which will probably only fit her for a few months? FORTY-EIGHT DOLLARS! I want my kid to have a childhood enriched by the performing arts and all, but GODDAMN. She better learn some good dance moves because she'll need to do some street performances to earn tips towards her next pairs of shoes.
When we got home, Sophie was very excited to show us what she had learned in class today. First there was a wobbly plie. Bravo! we shouted. Then there was a shuffle that looked potentially dangerous. Hey, how 'bout that! we smiled. And then there was something - we didn't catch the name of it - that finished with Sophie tripping over herself and careening headfirst into her toys.
Sean and I exchanged glances, both of us thinking maybe it won't be so bad if Sophie does turn out to be one of the kids who just flops around on the floor. There may not be a dance recital in that, but we foresee fewer trips to the emergency room.
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