"Mom, how am I supposed to become a ballerina when I don't have a teacher??" I suggested that maybe Wesley could be your teacher... you just looked at me. It's hard work practicing those ballerina skills; turn those feet out, plie plie plie, get your brother to copy you, plead yet again for ballet lessons. So much to experience, so little time. I feel ya kid, I feel ya.
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