The Wog's ballet attire came in the mail today, and she insisted on wearing it immediately. She shunned the brown long-sleeved leotard (I should have known better) but loved the black one's ruffly sleeves--not enough, however, to prevent her from requesting a pink leotard instead.
Ballet class begins two weeks from today, and The Wog is beside herself with excitement. Last weekend we ran into an aquaintance at the coffee shop who asked what we were up to that day; The Wog enthusiastically responded, "I'm going to the ballet!" At least once a day she asks me, "Can we go to the ballet? Can we? Can we?" Two weeks from today, we can!