“Well thats one way to lose these walking blues….
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes”
~the ever awesome Paul Simon

We went dancing.  Little pink sparkled-footed girl and I. 

I wasn’t sure just how she’d do.  She’s often not the best behaved little girl in social situations, being prone to acting her age and all, so I skipped the 2 hours of lessons beforehand and just took her to the hour practica.  She LOVED it.  She didn’t want to leave.

I danced with her.  She danced by herself.  She danced with another lady there and she even let mommy have a few dances of her own. 

It was really great.

She wants to go back.

I think I’ll take her.

Not to the milongas…those run too late and are much more a ’social scene’ (read: mommy really wants to dance) but I think I’ll keep taking her to the lessons on Sundays.  

She told me that she wants her daddy to go.  I told her she’d have to work her magic on him.  I’ve been trying to get him to go with me since I started.  Wouldn’t it be something if my little girl is the one who finally got him involved? 

Well, not counting on it.  Things are coming undone rather quickly….but I’m really glad that she enjoyed herself.