She did great. And loved it.
There are only 3 girls in her class. The other 2 came 10 minutes late. I feared disaster.
As it turned out, she loved the private lesson.
Parents aren't allowed in. So I stood at the door and peeked through the crack in the door. She was so serious and intent. And dare I brag? Graceful.
And don't you just love a new pair of shiny tap shoes?
And some baggy ankles to go with?
It was a great start to a great weekend.