Because my husband works on Saturdays, he has Mondays off. This means we are both available on Mondays to take Summer to ballet class.
And we both would rather not.
As a result, we pretty much have to rock, paper and scissors our way to a compromise.
And this week, scissors did me in. I had to take her. In the beginning, I was very excited to take my little girl to a “Mommy & Me” ballet class. I mean, how cute! All those girls in their sweet leotards twirling away to the Nutcracker.
Except I’m the one who does most of the twirling. As well as the leaping and stretching and curtsying. Summer focuses on the whining and the pouting.
Our teacher is a serious ballerina. And she sounds EXACTLY like Minnie Mouse. My first class I asked another mother, “Is that her real voice?!” because it is so insanely high pitched.
So we all follow Miss Serious Minnie Mouse Ballerina as she tells us to put on our listening earrings and make a big balloon with our arms. And by “we,” I don’t mean Summer.
Then comes the part of the class where the girls put on costumes. Despite the fact that one wall of the room is lined with gorgeous, sparkly ballerina dresses, each week the teacher pulls out a box of toddler size potato sack-like costumes made out of felt so our little dancers can dress up as caterpillars or bears or that kind of thing.
Summer wants no part of this. Ever.
But on this particular day, the teacher also pulls out fairy wings and wands for the girls to wear over their felt potato sacks. And suddenly Summer wants in. Keep your sack. Hand me those fairy wings.
After class, I ask Summer,
“Honey, you don’t seem to love this class. Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, just not every day.”
“But we don’t go every day. It’s only once a week.”
Summer looks unconvinced.
Then we head next door for a croissant which is awesome and no one makes us wear listening earrings or anything.
Note to reader: My daughter Dylan goes to a different ballet class which is fun and normal and never taught by Minnie Mouse so please don’t think I’m spearheading an underground Anti-Ballet Movement. I am however considering an Anti-Minnie Mouse Movement.