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Greta’s Ballet Recital (2014)

Greta’s third ballet recital was a couple of weeks ago and, as you can see from the pics below, it was another smashing success. This year Greta’s class danced to “Octopus’s Garden” by The Beatles and though some of the kids struggled a bit with the choreography, Greta was spot on the entire performance. I know I’m supposed to say stuff like that, but, I really mean it…she was awesome!

My Dad put it best when he remarked that this year was the first time you could really see a big improvement in Greta’s dancing. “It’s actually kind of cool to see the growth over time.” he said, adding that “If I hadn’t seen all three shows, I don’t know if I would have noticed it. But, I can definitely see it!” Wow. Those of you who know my Dad know that he is not very free wheeling with the compliments, so, if he says that…he means it. So, thanks, Dad, I totally agree!

Enjoy the pics!

 

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Pee on the Dancefloor…

Having seen it happen many times to other kids and parents at dance class, it was inevitable that Greta would wet herself during class at least once. And today it happened in spades. I’m not kidding, they need to sound a flash flood warning when Greta pees, because, she unleases a torrent.

Luckily for us, it was a “Black Swan” day — that’s what Greta calls herself when she wears her black on black leotard and tights — so the pee running down her legs and filling her tap shoes was hardly visible at all. At least to anyone else. And even luckier still was the fact that Greta wasn’t embarrassed at all about peeing herself in class. Some of the girls run out of the studio in tears, so, I was worried she might do the same. But, actually, I think Greta thought it was kinda funny.

So, I just smiled, whisked her into the bathroom, and quickly changed her from a dripping-wet “Black Swan” to a freshly-scrubbed “White Swan” quicker than you can say spare leotards and tights. Three minutes later, she was back out there dancing her little heart out. And when the class ended, I even got a shout-out from Greta’s teacher, the comely Miss Sommer, who looked me square in the eye and said: “Good recovery, Dad!”

Thank you kindly, Miss Sommer. It’s good to know that sometimes, even I get it right.

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