Liza's teacher had the parents come in to watch the last practice before the informal recital the girls are having on Sunday afternoon. I'm guessing this was so that when half of them melt down and have to be carried from the stage in tears, the parents still got to see them perform it at least once.
It was like watching a (very cute) slow motion train wreck. There is no way any of them are going to be doing anything approaching the choreographed routine for more than 0.07 seconds. Mine was doing lots of posing, following the steps about three moves behind the teacher, and just standing there staring at me in the mirror.
Should be fun on Sunday when she gets to do it for real. At least there will be cookies!
Friday, December 12, 2008
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