So Edzea arrives home from dance class(es) the other night and announces, ‘ I am NEVER going to jazz dance class again.” Later, while sitting eating dinner she says, “If I had to spend one more minute in jazz dance class, my heart would bleed.”

All because last week she told me her dance class went by so quickly (ballet) and I had her signed up for a Friday jazz class as well (which I was cancelling) until I find out she could tag her jazz class after her ballet. I thought it was win win. Apparently not. Tim says the teacher (the EXACT same one she has for ballet, in the SAME room) says she was fantastic in ballet and wouldn’t move a limb for jazz.

Way to rebel when your Mom tells you you are going to do jazz after ballet and you have a complete meltdown about it in the morning and then your Mom drops you off with no choice later….