Raising The Barre

I was taking Mallie Bee to dance and she was telling me there’s been some crack-a-lackin going on at ballet.  Her teachers are a husband and wife team who were professional ballet dancers, and they do not suffer slackers.  You’d better pay attention and work harder than you’ve ever worked in their classes or you will not survive.  While she was giving me the deets, I made some lame joke that I thought was hilariously funny.

This is what you do, Mom.  You crack YOURSELF up and nobody else, she said.  Do you just laugh all day at your own jokes?

Sometimes.  Which at that moment seemed loserish.

Part of the attire requirements for the girls is to have a red ribbon tied around their perfect little bun.  In these highly disciplined days of late, if you show up for class without the ribbon in your hair you’ll have to sit out.

Oh, that’s ridiculous. 

I know, Mallie Bee said, but they mean it. 

I dropped her off and told her to hang in there and tell ’em I said NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER.

Which I thought was hilariously funny.

For the rest of the night and part of the following day.

Author: Kathleen Fisher

Kathleen Fisher is a Chicago girl at heart though she moved from there many years ago when a handsome scientist swept her off her feet. What started as a light-hearted blog about life, marriage, and kids turned more serious in September of 2018 when her husband of 35 years ended his life. A new journey began that day and she now writes about unexpected loss, grief, and finding a path towards healing. View all posts by Kathleen Fisher