I don’t know what came over me, but it wasn’t pretty. I was getting Libby ready for her end-of-year dance concert which, unfortunately, required make-up and slicked back hair. As I put the gunk on her face (about one quarter of the recommended amount in the note sent home to parents) I told her: “This is silly stuff, you know… …
Baby ballerina bullies
Libby loves to dance. I think a lot of kids do. When she’s not dancing, she’s singing. When she’s not singing, she’s humming. But mostly, she’s just dancing.