That's my girl!

This morning was Anna's dance class. I usually stay to watch because it is far enough away to not be worth coming home. She has been doing better and better as she gets older. This morning, though, was a different story. Her teacher told all the students to find their spot for their dance. All the girls rushed to their spots. Anna rushed, weaving in and out of all the other students from one end of the room to the other until she got to her spot. And then she started again. Then she stayed on her spot, but was on the floor doing tricks instead of her dance. Her teacher if extremely patient and understanding. (She has a daughter with a very similar personality.) I usually sit back and let the teacher do her thing. But today I had to interfere (just a little) to correct Anna. Then, on the way home, I was talking to her about how she should behave in dance. She interrupted me and said, "When we get home can I go play with Jared?" Jared is her 2-year-old cousin. It might be an unusual pair to most, but to me-- I just say, "That's my girl!"