Sometimes....

You've just got to dance. We got loads done this morning before ballet class. She danced hard in her lesson and was fairly bushed when she got home. Didn't last that long before she was dancing in the lounge to her current favourite CD (the Center Stage soundtrack). We did some pottering round before we went for a walk to town. I said she could choose a DVD in the charity shop and we got some bits from the market. She picked My Girl and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (at 50p each, I didn't mind!). We watched My Girl when we got in. She was a little confused when I was sat there crying at the death of Thomas J, bless her.