Last night was the ward Primary Talent Show. So cute. I asked Hazel a few weeks ago if or what she wanted to perform and she was very clear: "ballet dancing." I thought she might change her mind each time I asked her so I asked several more times over the next week and it was always the same answer: "ballet dancing."
"Ballet dancing" at our house consists of putting on the Nutcracker cd, putting on dancing skirts, and flitting around. Fair enough. A 3-year-old can get away with anything at a ward talent show, so I put her on the program, not at all sure if she would even go through with it in front of an audience.
Last Sunday I figured we better practice at least once, so I went rummaging through a bag of hand-me-downs from my nieces and came up with a pink leotard that fit, a pair of slightly-small pink ballet slippers, and a pink tutu Grandma Marsha made for Aunt Jenice about 30 years ago.
When we put them on, Hazel was transformed, inside and out, and when the music started she looked and danced like a real ballerina. Ed and I were shocked and spent the next 3 minutes sputtering and laughing to tears at the adorableness.
And sure enough, with poise and grace, she did the same performance for the ward last night. Seriously, I did not choreograph or tell her a single thing to do except to curtsy at the end. The rest is ALL Hazel. (Advance apologies for the distracting auto-focus.)
Behold, my tiny dancer:
...and she is now registered for a summer dance class.