Dancing Queen

She's at it again. All weekend Francesca has been walking (or dancing) around the house in a leotard and ballet slippers. At the library she insisted on finding books about ballet, gymnastics and Irish step dancing. Today she comes downstairs in a black leotard, a top hat and red ruby Dorothy-in-the-Wizard of Oz shoes. She proceeds to tap tap tap throughout my living room all over my wood floors. This is not a child who takes dance classes either. We signed her up at 2 for pre-ballet and at the recital she sat her fat baby butt down on the stage and refused to pirouette. She did however smile and wave at the crowd. So today she is bopping all over the place, saying "Mommy don't I look great??" I had to stifle a laugh because she looked like a 5 year old version of Liza Minelli in Cabaret! Last night she even dragged out a kilt my mom brought her back from Scotland to put on during her step dancing routine. She is too funny. Thank goodness tomorrow is school. The dancing queen will be put to rest until next weekend (we hope!).