Harper would not have any part of ballet class. She took one look at the room full of 2 1/2 year old girls in pink tutus, doubled by the mirrored wall, and said, "No. No, thank you."
I encouraged her to give it a try. "No. No, thank you."
I encouraged her a little more, "No. No, thank you. I color."
Well, how can you argue with that? O.k. How can you argue with a two year old who, after politely declining, is not above laying on the floor and kicking and screaming. We went back home to our mud puddles. She could not have been a bit happier. We got a refund, so it looks like we might have the cash to send her to college after all.
My worst parenting moment so far: I cried the whole car ride home. I tried not to let her see how disappointed I was. Come on now, how ridiculous am I? Ballet? For a two year old? Hopefully my disappointment was just the tears of almost 39 weeks pregnant hormones. Or, that bit of drama was the beginning and end of my life as a stage mom. "No. No, thank you."
But hey! Go YOU for teaching her such nice manners!
P.S. Every time your feed lights up with a new post in my Reader I'm all IS THIS THE ONE? IS THERE A BABY??? Sigh. I'm waiting (im)patiently :)
Posted by: Sara @ Belle Plaine | March 07, 2010 at 04:02 PM
True that! Although, she does know a few curse words, too. Ooopsy!
Sorry, no baby yet. Mine take FOREVER to get out. Oh, babies. You just can't tell them what to do at all, you know?
Posted by: Mary | March 12, 2010 at 12:22 PM