The first day she cried as I left her with the teacher, who luckily turned out to be her dance teacher, Ms. K. The tears, I later was informed, were short lived. The next day she cried sometime towards the end of class, wanting me to come back. The third day I got there early for pick-up, said hello and then sat in another room with Anya waiting for her class to be over. She thought I had left without her and so cried some more. The fourth day there was not a tear in the room. The fifth and final? There were a few tears, but they had to do with her dress being too hot. So she took it off and performed for the mommies and daddies with a huge grin plastered across her face. It was awesome. Seriously, look*:
I feel like Kindergarten will be a wee bit easier, now that we've had this little trail run. And look at the pride on my girls face? I may have to give up my tomboy card, but for her, it's totally worth it.
* Sorry about the camera quality. I suck. And when she saw these videos she giggled and said, "I kept having to pick my nose and scratch my ear!" like it was the best thing EVER! That's my girl.