Pink tights, pink short sleeved leotard, pink leather dance shoes and pink tutu. Sweetness overload.
I peeped behind the glass screen with happy memories/my own childhood flashbacks. Of pirouettes and pointy toes, posture and poise.
Now excuse me while I try to pry off the layers of pink from her and persuade her to change into non-ballet outfit at home, hours after the class had been dismissed.
*sweat time for Mummy. Turn on creative ideas and increase patience level*
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