Yesterday I bought Caroline some new tap shoes since her dance class this fall will include not only ballet, but tap and acrobatics. Am I getting my money’s worth or what? When I brought the shoes home I vowed to P. that I wasn’t going to let her discover the true beauty of what tap shoes do until she starts her class this fall.
This morning she wanted those black, shiny shoes on first thing so I relented and let her try them on again. She made her way to the wood floors and when she heard the glorious sound they made as they hit the floor it was like the heavens opened and angels descended. She was astounded that life could be so kind as she tapped, tapped, tapped her little heart out. My floors may never be the same, but as Caroline would say “No well”.