It was not a very good day for the Miami Dolphins football team; they lost. I’m not a football fan, but my brother and sister-in-law are Dolphins season ticket holders. They went to today’s game and my mom and I got to babysit for my niece! She’s 6.
We had such fun, as usual. She held class (loves being the teacher). First she tested my reading skills. I did pretty good, she said.
Then I fell in line behind her (my dog behind me), and I followed her upstairs. “NO TALKING IN LINE”, she screamed. I obeyed from then on.
I then attended Jewelry Club and Dance class. I did very well in jewelry making, she said, and gave me an A+ (probably because I made her a necklace of plastic, colorful beads). In dance, however, I only got a B.
For the dance class, she had me sit and wait in the “classroom” (one of the bedrooms), while she went out and prepared herself to teach the class. In a few minutes, she came in with hot-pink gloves to her elbows, glasses, high-heels, and a pink dance bag. Before she came in, she stood at the open doorway and pretended to talk to other students. She said her goodbyes to them and reminded them to practice their steps!
Then she came in, closed the door, and marched to “her desk” (the bed), looking very important and official. She ceremoniously pulled on each finger of the hot-pink gloves until they were both neatly set aside; and took out her notebook which held her choreography and dance notes. The dance notes consisted of lines and arrows drawn with blue and red crayon.
Before we danced we had to practice a little bit and so we did our ballet positions: First position – feet apart. Second position – feet together at the heels. Third position – one foot points left, the other foot points right with about a foot of space in between. Fourth position – you bring the heel of one foot to rest on the middle arch of the other foot. Fifth position – both feet are held tightly together, but toes on one foot face North, and the toes of the other foot face South. Oh, and then we did our plea-a’s, and our spins and leaps and turns, and on and on until I couldn’t go any more!
So, now I’m home, and exhausted and ready for dreamland. But, before I go, I want to share the “Family Rules” she created and which my sister-in-law framed.
I love every rule but my favorite is number 6.