We are taking ballet now.

Landon…

that is to say.

 

I bought the ballet costume this weekend.

And she?

Is JUST BESIDE HERSELF

Cannot take her eyes off of herself.

Danced til she could dance no more.

 

But what I have told Ms. Landon is…

Ballerinas?

Mind their mamas…

Go to bed on time…

And do not have stringy hair.

True?

Yes…

it is.

 

I have told her…

“you have to have your hair back…

In a ponytail…

or a bun…

Or you can’t do ballet”

It?

Is the ballet teacher’s rule.

I LOVE her.

Wish every day was Monday.

 

Because?

most days Landon fixes her own hair.

Which involves brushing it over her eyes.

And that is about all.

I still have some control…

over Tennyson’s curly locks…

That will change soon,

when I can no longer hold her down.

 

So last night,

When Landon asked me…

For some’ting to eat…

for the third time,

Had to “go potty”…

for the fourth time,

and was busted for sneaking books and a flashlight under the covers.

I?

Was annoyed.

 

I mean I just dropped 50 bucks on a pink tutu and accessories.

Is a little obedience too much to ask for?

 

And also?

I was recalling the joint effort of my children…

To break my new luggage…

While using it as a means of transportation.

As is evidenced above.

 

I?

Was not happy…

when I went to bed.

 

The morning comes and it is time to get going.

Tennyson has been up since 5:45 eating her soy sausages

she eats them every morning…

Wakes up saying “I hungy” and “sausage”

Not “good morning my sweet mother”

I was ready for the normal delays…

And drama.

I call for the ballerina to arise.

Once

Twice

Ready for my third attempt…

But up she hops

And finds me in the bathroom…

 

She said:

“Mama,

Can you put my hair…

In a hot dog bun…

For ballet?”

 

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

 

I laughed so violently that I inhaled a bit of Tom’s Wintermint toothpaste.

Which?

Is an eye opening experience, let me tell you.