So. Thing 2 is really loving her ballet class. I REALLY love it. I think she gets so much more out of it that the rather free form classes we’ve had, and probably more than she’d get at Virginia Tanner. She’s learning some of the basic movements and postures, and in the mean time she gets to wear a tutu. The teacher is this charming guy from Chile, I suppose I should have recognized the Chilean accent on his English. But he’s very good with the little girls, very tolerant yet he pushes them a little. I would love to sit in the class and watch, but I distract her and she spends too much time looking at me and waving. So I sit with the other moms and wait outside.
She dosen't know it, but here's her Degas impression.

Today Thing 2 and Lilly, another little girl, go prancing into the studio and Christobal, the teacher, closes the door behind them so they can start the class. Not 60 seconds later he opens the door and pokes his head out laughing, and he says something about how we need to be careful about telling secrets to our little girls. He’s laughing and seems embarrassed to tell us what secret he has learned. Finally he says, “I have learned that one of you likes to wear a wig, and it doesn’t really match your hair color.”
This is Thing 1 being her lovely self - uncharicteristicly holding still for a picture

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