Last January this tiny dancer was forced into being a dance class dropout. “Sitting in other mommies’ laps” was not deemed a good use of our tuition money, so Jeremy and I agreed to pull her out. We’re all about the no-pressure approach with extra curricular activities. Fast forward to September and the tiny dancer was again asking to take dance with JoJo.

It took a little more convincing on my part, a little social pressure if you will. Livia and I happened to be in the building on the first day of dance. And it just so happened that we were in the hallway when, one after another, her little friends entered the building. And one after another, the mothers asked if we were there for dance classes. One phone call to the Guy in Charge (aka Jeremy), one run home for dance paraphernalia, and one signed check later and Livia found herself in the presence of other tiny dancers. What a delight.