A Dancer Is Born

She REALLY looks forward to Saturdays with Ms. Angela.

In this little dramatization, the girls are sleeping flower fairies, ready to wake up the rest of the flowers in the meadow. Just adorable to watch. Some of them are able to follow directions and others dance to their own beat. Hehe! Fiona is guilty of that, sometimes.

Catching some air before she performs a little tap jig to the

song If You're Happy

Loves to here the clippity-clap of her tap shoes!

Where are the eggs, Mama?

I just have to share this funny little story. So, here it goes. One day Fiona stumbled across an egg coloring kit purposely hidden in a Target bag. She took it out of the bag and ran with it.

F: What's this Mama?

M: It's an egg coloring kit, baby. It's for Easter. When the Easter Bunny comes (didn't feel like explaining the religious meaning quite yet).

F: Can I open it?

M: Not yet, love. When it's Easter time.

F: Can I open it, now?

M: I'm sorry, baby. No.

Being strong-minded (or should I say defiant) she took off with the egg coloring kit, ran up stairs into the bedroom and plopped herself dead center of the bed. She immediately ripped the box open. She shook out the entire contents of the kit and out came the dye tablets and some stickers. Fiona peered inside the box with a confused look on her face.

F: Where are the eggs, Mama?