So last night was the first night of pre-ballet for my kindergartener. She had a blast!!! There were about 7 or 8 other little girls about her age there for the first time too. I had to laugh when the girls started lining up. The first 5 girls were all all blonde and all wearing pink leotards, pink skirts, pink tights, and pink shoes. Not my daughter though, nope, she was perfectly comfortable in her brown hair, black leotard, pink skirt, black tights and pink shoes. She didn't notice that they were all the same and she was different. I was glad too. I spent most of my childhood wishing I was a skinny blonde, but it never happened. It wasn't until much later in life did I finally except that I was never going to be the skinny blonde (unless I bleached my hair- which I did and it didn't look that good). Tonight my baby starts Tap lessons. I'm going to attend a jazz class tonight too. It's for adults that have never taken dance before and sounds like fun. We'll see. I haven't committed to the class yet.
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I was never skinny, but I was blonde - all the heroines in my favourite novels had sheets of raven-black hair and shining dark eyes! The grass is always greener (or blacker, or blonder!)
You know, I never stopped a blonde to ask if they wanted blonde hair, I just assumed they did. Hmmm... you, my friend, are probably correct.
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