Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Leotards are not Uniforms.

We've started in a venture. We're dancing, people, we're dancing. Or Chloe's dancing. (Stella tries to sneak in Chloe's class every chance she gets. She even planted a kiss on Chloe's teacher's lips in hopes that she'll let her start taking a little early.) And in all actuality, she started taking dance this past summer. I'm just now posting about it because I'm not nauseous every minute of the day....only like every evening of the day. She is having a blast and it's been a learning experience for all of us. Here are a few things I've learned.

1.) Dance moms can be intense.  (Most of them are awesome and a lot of fun.)

2.) I was looked at like I was crazy when I accidentally referred to Chloe's dance outfit as a uniform in front of said intense dance moms. Leotards are not uniforms. I repeat, they are not uniforms.

3.) Stella MUST wear a skirt while Chloe is in dance class. Otherwise she will take off her shorts in the lobby because the girls in the dance class are not wearing shorts. It's a little embarrassing when your daughter runs around for 45-minutes without any pants. Talk about some strange looks.

4.) This might be the most important lesson of all. When you dress your daughter in her uniform....er, leotard... and the crotch looks a little loose in the front, TURN IT AROUND. You put it on backwards, you idiot. If you don't turn it around, you will watch in horror as the back of her leotard creeps up her behind throughout dance class. By the end of class, you realize you have dressed your daughter in a thong leotard. Not good.

At least she had panties on. That has to count for something, right?


1 comment:

Allison Harms said...

Hahahahaha thanks for the tips! I know I will need them someday! :)