Princess / Dora Adventure Ballet Camp!

So, today was the first day of the Princess / Dora Adventure Ballet Camp! We have been eagerly awaiting this day. . .and it did not disappoint! Gracie had a blast, even though she did not know a soul. Not only is this not the school she attended last year, but it is not the one she will start in the fall. . .they just had the coolest camp:) Each day she will learn a routine, make a craft, have a snack and then do a performance for mom ~ seriously, what more could a three year old want? I was worried about leaving her since we did not know anyone or anything about this school, but she was totally fine (a bit shy, but content). Mommy, on the other hand, had a bit of a panic moment as I drove away. I swear, I did not cry, but I could have. I am totally consumed with the "only two more months until she starts school and will never be just mine again" thought process. It was down right strange doing errands without her. She was so excited when we all filed back in to watch the performance (mainly because she wanted to show me the pink wand she had made). I have to laugh that she did more of the routine that she learned in the two hour class than any of the girls did in her recent recital, but hey, she was with older girls and I know that always helps. We are really looking forward to going back tomorrow ~ I don't even think there will be any arguments, but we shall see:) So, after class on the way to the swimming pool for a Mommy Group play date, she told me about how much fun she had and that her favorite part was making the wand. She went on to discuss a "big girl" that would not share the pink (still unsure if that is a marker or sticker). After several minutes of explaining the interaction (including a barrage of questions from an over-protective mother like did Miss Heather get involved? Did you behave nicely? Did you ask her for a turn?) she throws out "and then she spit on me." WHAT???? She did what to my baby? I think I nearly ran off the road I was so angry. It is sad to admit, but I responded with "Which. . .one?" Of course, they all had on pink leotards, skirts and ballet shoes which means her description did not help at all. I then hit a low point and said "you can show me who she is tomorrow at class." What am I going to do, beat her up? Give her the evil eye? Honestly, I know that I can't fight her battles, but I sure want to! This is only making the looming event in the fall that more difficult. So, now that I have talked (blogged) this through, I will discuss with her on the way to class the appropriate way to handle a situation (where a spoiled rotten, stupid, meany kid) behaves inappropriately. . .wish me luck:)

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