Not a Dancer...

Last Friday, David and I drove up to Oklahoma City to see Granny D's dance show. After a long drive with a few feeding stops and car seat breaks (peanut hates the car seat), we made it to the show. I was so excited and was just sure that David would love the music and the dancers. Turns out...I was wrong. Very, very wrong. As soon as the curtain opened and the music started, David let me and the entire audience know that he hated everything about the dance show. He was having nothing to do with it and, for the first time ever, decided he wanted no one to hold him but me. So, we spent the ENTIRE dance show in the hallway outside of the auditorium. It was pretty warm in the hall, so we stripped peanut down to his onesie and let him play on the ticket table. He had a great time! I got to sneak in to see a few of the dances, which were awesome. We had a suspicion that Granny D was talented, which now we know for sure, but we had no clue she was so hip. It was so much fun to see her with the students - she is such a special person who has touched so many lives. David is lucky to have such an awesome grandmother.