Pink, princess-infused ballet

Lauren's first dancing lesson was today. Unfortunately, the teacher is apparently a complete ditz, and not only showed up late and without a class list, but also taught ballet instead of the jazz we'd all signed the kids up for. Nevertheless, Lauren seemed to enjoy herself, and took direction pretty well. Some of the girls dropped out pretty early in the game, but Lauren was right out there on the floor trying out everything. David had to sit through this and was beyond bored stiff, poor guy. Five-year-old boys do not suffer pink, princess-infused ballet classes very well. (Neither do I, for that matter, but if this is her interest, who am I to argue?)

My neighbor needed someone to watch her kids for the day, so I said I could do it. This suited David just splendidly...he had a glorious time of it all afternoon, and then went in for his karate lesson with his buddy. Speaking of which, he comes out of karate the other day and says, ''Where's my outfit?''
''What outfit?''
''My karate outfit. My Gi. (ghee)''
''But when they were taking orders for them, you said you hated karate.''
''Yeah, but now I love it.''
I told him to go through this set of lessons and figure out how he felt about karate after that point. Maybe then he'd get his Gi.

He also insists that if his buddy is there I MUST leave, and go talk with the buddy's mom. It gives them both an insanely inflated sense of independence when they can leave class and go pick up their moms, instead of their moms coming to track THEM down. Oh my. Such rules.