Oh, baby. I cannot wait to pop a big bowl of popcorn, grab a diet coke, and prepare to be entertained.
I'm picturing Toddlers and Tiaras in jazz shoes.
Now, let's be clear. My girls aren't competitive dancers. They are ballerinas. Big difference.
But that doesn't mean it can't get ugly. Or competitive.
Oh, yes. I can't wait to watch.
I'm afraid they may have caught me on the show.
If so, I know I'll be among the company of some of the other dance moms from our studio. Cheers!