We traded off duties so the others could watch the next night. Several of us moms had agreed to take turns waiting backstage for our children so the others could rush out and watch the performance from the audience. Or so I thought.Īt the bathroom I find another of India's friends. What the hell? What is a preschooler doing with body glitter (for that matter, what does anyone need with body glitter)? As sweet little Molly Kate whips Sex Appeal in a Bottle out of her ballet bag, I successfully steer India towards a potty break. Little did I know danger was lurking at the art table.Īs I sat watching someone else's child playing with a box labeled 'Vaginal Swabs and Anal Probes' (I kid you not) I overheard one of India's friends whisper, 'Girls.I've brought some body glitter!' Success! The Short People and a handful of friends were ignoring the rampant exploration of human anatomy! I was so proud. I pressed crayons and art paper on these girls like a drug pusher. I valiantly tried to keep the Short People clear of the defacement of thousands of dollars worth of medical equipment. Skeleton had lost an arm and the hospital bed controls were being used as stethoscopes and defibrillator for tiny budding physicians. Let's just say that by the end of the first dress rehearsal one Annie's hospital gown was pulled down with breasts exposed to the world and another was sporting a jaunty pink hair bow. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? Preschoolers and medical equipment? Give me a break. Medical equipment and charts of breast self-exam instructions as far as the eye can see. There are models of teeth, eyes and ears strategically placed around the room. In one corner is a plastic life-size skeleton. Looking like something from 'Silence of the Lambs', it is outfitted with no fewer than four hospital beds, three of which are the resting place for Resuscitator Annies. The School Gods wisely chose the nursing students' room for our green room. Scary, right? But even more horrific are the surroundings. Costumes flying, cameras snapping wildly, and our own little hole in the ozone from the cloud of Final Net. Mothers scurrying around armed to the teeth with hairspray and bobby pins, attempting to wrestle their child's hair into the requisite tight ballerina bun. Imagine a small high school classroom cram-packed with 40 excited, hyperactive children. With that said, the process of reaching the performance is looong. I'm thrilled for her I think ballet is a great way to learn poise and discipline. So it is quite a surprise how much she enjoys the performances.

India is not a diva she is not dramatic or attention-seeking in the way of many of her funny little friends. Whew.the week of Never Ending Ballet Rehearsals and Performances has come to an end.

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