Sure-Fire Cure for feeling like crap
I think I understand why those little jewelry boxes had those pop-up ballerinas in them. Minature ballerinas make you feel good. You want a sure-fire cure for feeling like shit? Go see the Pre-Ballet routines in a dance recital. Seriously. Bad moods cannot survive a toddler in a tutu NOT doing a dance number. Tow-headed, brunette, skinny, rotund – doesn’t matter the size or shape of the kid – as long as they’re under the age of five, crammed into a frilly outfit and smiling onstage, you’re golden. We should put those toddlers in a box so that you can look at them whenever you need a hit of joy.
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| Rissa – the scarf dance circa 2004 |
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| Rissa – the pom-pom dance circa 2004 |
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| Rissa – up to no good circa 2004 |
Sunday was Rissa’s end-of-the-year dance recital. After 9 years of dance, Rissa knows what she’s doing. In between Rissa’s four maternal-pride-inducing dance numbers, I sat for almost three hours watching other people’s kids. You know the ones. The ones who can’t dance, who look like their parents forced them into boot camp, the kids with no rhythm…
But amidst the crap there were toddlers. In tutus. Abandoning choreography. There were the toddlers who were orange birdies in their bird nest (there’s always some sort of number with a bird’s nest), there were the ones who were red robins – who’d had little wee felt spots placed on the floor so that they had a spot on which they needed to stay, there were teeny, tiny prima ballerinas – many of whom did NONE of the choreography and spent their time waving to the audience and galloping across the front of the stage. I actually tear up watching these kids, They give me such joy.
That cute factor doesn’t last. When you have a 9-year old fucking up the same choreography? Nowhere near as cute. Just pisses me off. I want to heckle them. “WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR 9 MONTHS OF CLASSES? SLEEPING?!? GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE!”
ps. baby chicks in a box work as well. You cannot remain grumpy when there are baby chicks in a box. Especially if you pick up each of those baby chicks and hear them “peep-peep” at you.