I'm doing some in-house tap dance classes at Cherub's kinder during May. I did the 3-year-old group yesterday with assistance from Cherub. He said it was not as much fun as his normal tap class; he loves those so much he voluntarily does 2 classes every Saturday, the baby class and his own. Anyway, the kids yesterday were all really involved and having a good time. The Kinder teachers weren't sure how the 3-year-olds would go and they were a little chaotic, but I'm used to littlies and knew the things to do with them. The 4 year-old classes next week will be more my target market though. At the end of the session I gave them all a little star with my details on the back, hoping to attract some new students. There's one little girl from that group who I'm sure should be doing dancing, she grabbed my hand and said she wanted to tell me a secret. When I bent down to hear it, she looked up at me with yearning in her eyes and said
I love you. She'd met me 15 minutes ago. Ah, a little bit of adoration never goes astray. And it's the closest I'll get to having groupies, I suspect.
Today I had a check-up at the dentist and an appointment with my Uncle-Mark-the-accountant to get our tax done. In an excellent outcome I discovered that my teeth were fine, and both Fixit and I can expect money back from the Taxation Department. I call that a good news day.
Friday we take this fine fellow and his impressive package off to The Bet for his operation. It's almost a shame, they really are a magnificent set and would produce many fine kittens, but I prefer a mild-mannered cat and I definitely do NOT want one that sprays. Blecchhh. I told Climber and Cherub what was going to happen and was very clear that we only did this to cats, not little boys. Wouldn't want to worry them. (Obviously their father was a whole '
nother proposition)
The Saturday morning exercise is some scheme of Climber's, he thinks it will help him have enough energy for soccer if he does some exercise beforehand. Or something. I was making the lunches when he asked me to write it up on the board.
Today I had a check-up at the dentist and an appointment with my Uncle-Mark-the-accountant to get our tax done. In an excellent outcome I discovered that my teeth were fine, and both Fixit and I can expect money back from the Taxation Department. I call that a good news day.
Friday we take this fine fellow and his impressive package off to The Bet for his operation. It's almost a shame, they really are a magnificent set and would produce many fine kittens, but I prefer a mild-mannered cat and I definitely do NOT want one that sprays. Blecchhh. I told Climber and Cherub what was going to happen and was very clear that we only did this to cats, not little boys. Wouldn't want to worry them. (Obviously their father was a whole 'nother proposition)
The Saturday morning exercise is some scheme of Climber's, he thinks it will help him have enough energy for soccer if he does some exercise beforehand. Or something. I was making the lunches when he asked me to write it up on the board.
