Pre-school ballet

Generally, mothers and the odd unfortunate grandparent who'd been dragged along are relegated to a dingy room with mould splattered on the walls whilst waiting for our precious daughters to finish their ballet lesson. However, this time we were invited into the class to watch. Their teacher, Miss Gemma is a real sweetheart and the little girls adore her.


"What shall we pretend to be this time?", Miss Gemma asked. This led to an interesting debate amongst the girls as to which Disney princess was most suited to the role.


"But, Miss Gemma?" My girl interrupted the session. "That's not how princesses do it".


The best way to stop annoying questions was to get them moving. A LOT.


What do you do if you disagree with the logic of the argument? Stick both fingers into your mouth and pout.


Alright, alright. I'm STILL not buying it because Princess Ariel can't be swimming when she grew two legs but heck, I'll play along.


I need to teach these grown ups a thing or two. "Hey, Miss Gemma....."


That's it. I've had it. When are we going home?