Evacuate the Dance Floor...

...because my baby is owning it!!!  I'm going to get a little stage mama on you here, so get over it.  Al Breezy takes dance class once a week.  It's a combo ballet/tap class (the only one they offered for her age, trust me.  I wanted hip hop).  She gripes about it every week, but she always has a great time.

So anyway, she got her recital outfits this week.  She's the only girl in the class of 7 that got a pink outfit.  And no, I didn't bribe the teacher.  Or threaten her.  It just really happened.  I promise.