We officially have a dancer at our house--it's about time after all these boys' things we've been doing. McKena was so excited to for her first day of dance. I signed her up on Saturday and it started on Monday--I fielded about a million questions of when it would be time to go to "ballerining." I think she's officially at that age where they have no concept of time yet always need to know when it's time to go. For instance, she knows she supposed to start kindergarten, but our kindergarten starts a full week after her brothers do, so how many questions about the timing of that do you think I'll get to answer? I'm sure that previous sentence is not grammatically correct but I don't have the energy to word it better right now.
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John was complaining about the cost of dance lessons and dance wear. Then Patrick started moaning about paying double. John will get his when he has to endure long dance recitals and competitions.
Have a nice time at it McKenna! Oh, and you too mom. (more driving to and from stuff)
She is not just a dancer but a songwriter..."My heart doesn't tell my mind what to do..." Yes, you will not be shortchanged anything 'girl' with her around!
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