Damn the 90's

File this under: Maybe this is her second life?

Belly, my oldest at all of 7 1/2, was describing her dance class today in her usual animated fashion.

Apparently, they are trying to decide the "theme" for this year's highly anticipated dance recital (all snarkiness intended). There were three options.

Her favorite was the "Kids Under Cover" theme which would allow her to wear a black hat tipped over one eye, all "spy-like". I wanted to tell her that no self-respecting spy would creep around with a hat tipped over one eye, but held my tongue.

The other favorite was some sort of "Parasol Stroll". She liked this option because it had a great prop---the parasol, which would surely take out the eye of at least one girl in class before the recital. Yawn.

The last option? She didn't like it one bit. The name was "Freeze Frame" and involved what sounded to me like voguing, but she insisted that wasn't right after she watched me demonstrate my stellar voguing moves.

"No mom, not like that! Like this. . ." and she proceeded to do a great Robot dance.

"Oh! The Robot!" I answered with enthusiasm.

"Yeah", she signed disgustedly and then tossed her hair, "it's like SO 1990's".