Dance Class

My friend and I decided to sign our daughters up for a dance class taught through the city. It seemed like a good idea since Kassidy loves to dance and is such a little performer. She's not quite old enough for organized sports yet (which Daddy insists she will love), so this seemed the next best thing for this year. After coughing up the registration fee :( we made our way to the store to find a dance outfit. Kassidy picked the brightest pink outfit they had; the one with shiny rhinestones and a tutu. That's my girl! She's been asking to wear it every day for 2 weeks now and calls it her "dance-atard". Makes sense, right?

The big day arrived and we showed up at class. I guess Jen and I should have forseen the issues to come. Kassidy and Sara spent the entire class running around in the back of the room and ignoring all the comments from the teacher to sit down, hold still, get off the mat, stop dancing in front of the mirror, and so forth! They were hysterical to watch and Jen and I just laughed through the entire class. What did the teacher expect when she took on a class of 3 year old girls? These two were adorable and ignored requests to separate from one another. What are friends for if not to get in trouble with you? Well, there's always next week...

I kept taking the picture one second too late after her twirls.

Aren't they adorable? They're just the best of friends and caused quite a bit of mischief for their poor teacher :)

Attempting to do a somersault, or a "roll-over" as her teacher kept calling it. No wonder none of the kids could do it, they didn't know what she was talking about!