Miles may regret this someday. He asked, "Mommy, can I be a ballerina?"
Background: I am trying to persuade Eleanor to actually wear her fluffy skirt I made for her, which she, sadly, detests. So we pretend to be ballerinas together, which entertains her for about two minutes. The downside, of course, is that Miles wants to join in the fun. So today, his request really meant, "Can I wear Eleanor's skirt and you can take pictures of me?"
We also practice our curtseys together, since opera-Mommy is actually pretty darn accomplished at giving a graceful and theatrical curtsey. Eleanor has grasped it pretty well.
Miles, less so. I'm trying to convince him that boys bow. No luck so far.
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