Dance

Quinn had her second dance class tonight. She looked so adorable and grown up in her leotard, baby legs, and back pack. She was so excited to go. She ran into the classroom ready to dance.

And then spent the next 30 minutes crying, escaping, goofing off, crying/escaping, or screaming. By the end of the class she was crying so hard, and screaming, "sad" at the top of her lungs. And it was, but it was also really cute. She will tell you dance made her "sad," but she wants to go back next week and have fun. We'll see how next week goes.