For the first 30 minutes they did tap, and the 2nd half was ballet. I risked certain incarceration by taking the picture of her in the classroom...
I had the other 2 wild ones with me, so I was not able to watch =( Instead, we layed around in the grass out front. When we were all wheezing and itchy we went back inside.
We peeked into the ballet room Teagan was putting on fairy wings. I figured she was in fairy utopia and risked the picture. Then the next thing I know, she is crying, and the instructor is holding her. This could mean many things when you are a 3 1/2 yr old girl. Either someone was mean to you, you crashed, someone else got the color of wings you wanted, or... it could be that you were the only one with black shoes and didn't know any ballet. =(
I told her we would get her own shoes and she would get better with practice. On the drive home I decided I'd let her bring ballet up, and felt bad for her that it may not have been all she had dreamed it would be. I was surprised that she would have felt self conscious about having borrowed shoes. I realized I had totally underestimated her range of emotions. Poor kiddo.