Yesterday was Katrina's second ballet/tap dance class. About eight little girls in pink leotards. Parents could watch the action on a closed-circuit televison outside the classroom, pictures but no sound. I watched on and off for the half-hour lesson, so I knew that the teacher had taught them a few ballet positions.
Later that afternoon, Katrina wanted to play dance class. She was the teacher, of course, and I was supposed to do what she did.
So what did Katrina the dance teacher do? Dance a few Katrina-invented steps, or twirl, then clap sharply two times and say "Listen!" in a stern voice. Step, step, clap, clap, "Listen!"
That's what my daughter learned in dance class yesterday. I'm so proud.
