Dance class #2 was a major success because we managed to GO to it and sit in the car, watching the class through the window. Nat wouldn’t go any closer.
Class #3 was last night. My expectations were: “we have to go inside the classroom, but you do not have to dance.” The early signs were hopeful:
Then her very fave instructor (who used to be an Irish Step Dancer) came over to greet her:
and then she broke loose! (They were playing the High School Musical soundtrack, after all – who can hold still for that?!)