Ballet

We see little girls in their cute pink ballet frocks and we thought "how cute they look!".  So Mummy decided to fulfill her little wish of seeing me dressed in this sweet attire and dancing gracefully.

To her delight, Mummy found a ballet school - "Ballet and Music Company" which is located just minutes away from home. What was even more ideal (to Mummy) was the timing of the lesson.  There were evening classes on Fridays and Mummy could take me to class after she returns from work. We attended the trial class and after the class, I said with such conviction that I wanted to join and so we enrolled for it and bought the costume (mind you.. they are really pricey!) - everyone was in pink, so I had pink undies, pink leotards, pink shoes, pink skirt, pink tights.

Boy was I nervous before the first lesson (on 21 September,Friday).  Mummy assured me that she would sit in the class to accompany me since it was my first time.  But I became really cranky, and changed my mind about going. I refused to put on my costume, complained I was tired, said I wanted to stay home etc.  Mummy was so mad with me and she had so much difficulty in coaxing me. Finally she managed to put a stop to my wailing and she promised to reward me if I were well-behaved. So the agreement - I had to stop crying, I had to enjoy the class and I wiould be treated with fries and ice-cream after the class.

During the lesson,  I was still feeling panicky. Took me a while to warm up and to be willing to join my little friends.  But it all turned out well, I was so proud of myself and kept telling Mummy "I didn't cry. Only a bit."  

Some pictures to share with you. Mummy will snap nicer ones at the next lesson...