Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Dancing machine

Remember that Jackson 5 song? I love that song.

Automatic, systematic.

Dancing, dancing, dancing .... she's a dancing machine. Ah, baby.

Well, ok, so she wasn't really a dancing machine, but she did get down a little bit at the end.

She pretty much clung to me most of the dance class until the end when they started tumbling and doing "animal walks." Then, she was cool with that. By the time we left, she was crying that she wanted to go back and dance.


Maybe next year, we'll try again. Or we might give tumbling a shot. We'll see. She was really cute in the little leotard, though.

And that is her teacher in the background.


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