The show

If neighbor Bob looks through his front window around 6 pm on any given day of the week, he's likely to see two dancing silhouettes through our living room window. Karis has dance recital fever right now, and when I'm feeling generous, I join in. A few weeks ago we attended cousin Evie's dance recital, and since then Karis has been twirling about, gracefully extending her arms, and "taking a bow" whenever and wherever the mood strikes.

What I hope Bob can't see is me "dressed up" in a hodgepodge dance outfit that Karis insists I wear. I'm a 31-year-old woman twirling about my living room sporting a baby blanket for a dress, a few dolly clothes tucked in my waistline to simulate a tou tou, and a white towel draped over my head as a veil. You wouldn't know it, but dancing in that getup without pieces falling off isn't easy.

I walked into Karis' room this morning to find the female half of her Fisher Price Little People sitting in a random mix of toy seats (toilet, stroller, chair, etc.) lined up in a row as the generic Cinderella doll danced before them. Apparently, all the princesses got together and put on a dance recital. Not surprising, the Little People were smiling from ear to manufactured ear.