mikhail in the making?

Yesterday marked the start of Kate's Winter ballet session. With her graduation to primary ballet came a move upstairs into a bigger, brighter studio and a few nerves. Elliott and I stood by to ensure that she was in the right studio space and that she was cool. When the time to depart finally came, Elliott lost it. He desperately wanted to stay and I dare say, to participate. So I went downstairs and registered him for  ... wait for it ... yes, his first ballet class. I spoke to the owner of DancEast Shelly and she seemed thrilled to have a real boy attend; even a two and a half year old, not quite potty trained, not quite articulate boy. He starts next Saturday and so far he seems thrilled. We're thrilled too. Man if I can stay out of a cold, dimly lit arena while still raising a well adjusted, confident, athletic, liberal man I will be super thrilled.

Is this too much to wish for?

We love you Elliott, but may love you more in black tights and bright lights.
xoxo Mama and yes Papa too.