we are never EVER EVER...

...going back to dance.  Like EVER!

she may look all smiles here but miss mack HATES ballet.  

After MONTHS {i'm talking 9+} of begging to take dance and go to ballet and "mom did you ask the girl at church about ballet yet?" i got around to signing up mack for ballet.  I decided to do the trial class cause i was still hesitant at the cost of classes.

Trial day came around.  We got all dressed up, all got in the car, headed to dance.  she was excited seeing little girls arrive asking, "is she my new friend?".

Miss Debra arrived and started class.

Mack lost it.  I'm talking LOST. IT.  whaling and screaming and crying and pouting and fighting and resisting.

I pushed her in the room {with HUGE windows she could still see me through} and Miss Debra pulled her in.

Fast forward THIRTY minutes {of the hour class}.

Mack is still whaling and screaming and crying and pouting and fighting and resisting.

She claims she needs to go pee.

i tried to calm her down in the bathroom and get her to go back in with no such luck.  She said she'd rather sit, locked in her room in trouble than go back to ballet.

We returned the tap shoes the next day.

She will NEVER ever ever go back to ballet.

Her words, not mine.  But i'm not fighting them.