Ballerina

After a half year of weekly lessons, too many gingerbread from the cafe next to the dance studio and an inexplicably expensive recyclable Thumbelina outfit, Savanna was at last ready to perform in her first official dance recital.

This was certainly a milestone that gives a father pause at the speed at which his daughter is growing up. The sight of Savanna in full make up was startling. She was gorgeous, but too grown up. Surely this wasn't supposed to happen until she was 10, right? Next thing you know some dodgy kid will be pulling up in his BigWheel asking to take her for a drive around the block.


She did great in her recital though and had a lot of fun. Typically she has not been very keen to participate in structured activities, however, she was always very excited by the ballet classes. She flitted and floated and bounced around stage with the other little Thumbelinas.

It was good to see that ballet recitals are truly universal events. Be they in Singapore or Jeffersonville, Indiana. Be they tap, ballet or modern groove. The event organizers do their best to organize the day such that your kid (with only one act) needs to stay the entire time, with the added benefit of exorbitantly priced snacks and media packages offered generously at the break. This event also posed a teen dance squad that delivered half a dozen of the most risque, lambada like routines I've ever seen. I mean this stuff would have been banned on MTV, but there were legions of happy parents subsidizing this youthful artistic expression. I know...I know...I sound like the Dad in Footloose, "can't believe young people nowadays"

Dad's ok with Thumbelina, but isn't ready for Savanna to be part of the Red Hot F1 Dancers yet.