Last week was "parent observation week" at TinyTuna's dance studio. This is done the last week of each quarter, and allows the parents to come in and sit through their kid's dance classes and see what they are doing and how they are progressing. Being the fine, upstanding, loving, conscientious parent that I am, I attended exactly none of her classes. It was a long week, I had conflicts, and frankly I never really planned on going because I trust her teachers and their work ethic. I know they make TinyTuna work hard, and they don't let her get away with any of her usual nonsense, which I appreciate.
In keeping with my current slacker theme (please see: conflicts, long weeks and add other excuses here), I have missed the last two weeks of tap class. I actually entertained the notion of being a dirty rotten tap skipper for the third week in a row, until I picked up TinyTuna from dance class tonight.
"I HAVE GREAT NEWS!" She said, as she got into the car.
"Wow. What's that?" I asked.
"Well, I asked Mark if I could come for parent observation THIS week since you didn't go to class LAST week, and he said YES!"
"Uh.... I don't think that's what parent observation means."
"HE SAID I COULD COME!!!"
So, in 15 minutes, TinyTuna will be observing my progress in tap class. I can't swear, I can't make inappropriate comments, and I can't do anything that I usually do to cause my usual trouble because I have to be a grown up in front of my child. GramTuna, meanwhile, can hardly control herself, and in between guffaws she informed me she was being a bad parent and had no intention of coming to my class tonight.