ballerinas

Several weeks ago I finally signed Molly up for ballet classes. Her best buddy Rylyn has been taking classes for several months, which means Molly's been asking for classes that long.

The ballet school has a strict dress-code, so Nona had to help me acquire the specific leotard, tights, and shoes. And in a fit of grandmotherly equality for grand kids she/we got Clara a black leotard, which was intended for gymnastics but has spawned a desire for ballet classes for Clara as well.

Here the girls are trying on they ballet clothes. Molly insisted that ballerinas are very serious indeed and do not smile for the camera while they are dancing.