Yesterday I went to my niece Ruby’s dance school performance. She’s only 2.5 years old, and has always (always, from the day she was born) loved movement and music so she absolutely loves her Tiny Tots dance classes even though she’s the youngest one in it (I think the next youngest is 3). My sister wasn’t so sure she was old enough to be in the performance, but was convinced to let Ruby do it. Just for the fun, no pressure. They were sooo unbelievably cute – forgetting the steps and waving to Mummy – but they all had a ball. The dance teacher didn’t really consider the littlies with scheduling, though, and they had 2 performances in the first half and another 2 right at the end of the 2nd half, so they were all a little fractious and tired by that point. Hayley decided to pull Ruby out of the second half, which was just as well, I think.
But the main reason I wanted to blog about this dance school performance is that it was far more fat positive than I thought it would be and blew the stereotype of whip-thin dancers to bits. (Yay!)