My mom and I were sorting through old pictures when I was home this weekend and found some excellent proof that I was an adorable, yet awkward child.
I had one minor attempt at dance class as a kid and it is quite obviously it didn’t work out. I of course blame my lack of ballet career on the fact that I wasn’t prepared. I was wearing sneakers for cryin’ out loud. My mother of course blames me.
Me: I can’t believe you didn’t buy me a tutu.
Mom: Well, I bet you didn’t tell me you needed one.
Me: I was like three years old!
What the hell, mom? I could have been the next great American ballet star. And we’ll never know– all because I didn’t have the proper outfit.