miss a on her way to dance. she loves dance, but she hates the outfit. it's the feel of it. too tight and yucky i suppose.
i feel for her. i hate tights with a passion. after my mission pres' wife gave me permission to take them off (which was after the mtc peeps nearly made us swear to never take them off no matter the weather or socio-economic class of the country in which we served) i swore i'd never put them back on again. and in all honesty, i think i can count on two hands the number of times i've put hose or tights on in the last decade. they feel like they are sucking the life out of me.
so even though the fight before dance is something fierce (imagine me with tights in one hand and avery's leg in the other...on the ground...with half my body on top of hers to keep her from taking them off again. seriously, it's ridiculous.)
by the time we get there it's usually all smiles again...
cause really,
miss a LOVES dance.
and she happens to be great at it too...
the question remains:
will we decide to fight the tight fight again next year???
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