The day finally arrived. Stella was fairly bursting at the seams to go to her ballet class. When we got to the studio early (I know: me early. Who can believe it?) and had to wait a few minutes for class to start, Stella was a bit subdued. She was still pretty quiet throughout class, but she was very good, listening to her teacher and trying hard to do all she was asked to do. She was even quieter on the ride home, because she was very disappointed that the class was so short (only about 20 minutes) and that it consisted of very little actual dancing. Maybe next week will be better.
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