For the last half hour the Dancer has been hanging on me in various stages of collapse saying, "Is it time to go yet? I want to go. Can we go now?"
I even bought her a cartoon about patience.
Can you believe that didn't work? I want my money back.
The following is approximately 57 seconds with the Dancer:
Look what I can do...
Wanna see me run?
Is it time to go now?
I'll put my shoes on.
Did I mess up my hair?
Let's go. Can we go? I want to go.
Are these on the right feet?
And I spared you the other 28 minutes and three seconds. Just loop this seven hundred times, okay? Because that's what it felt like.
I would write more, but I have to go. We are almost not early for dance class...