Twinkle Toes

When I used to think about being a dad, I used to imagine going along and watching them play football or rugby, depending on what they got into, and enjoying watching them play on a Saturday afternoon. I even naively thought that if I had a girl I would convince her to play football or rugby and I could still go and watch – and whilst that still may happen Emma is currently into ballet. There is little input I can give her about dancing (see the previous posts as evidence) or ballet, and so when she goes each Wednesday to practice I try my hardest to find excuses not to go. I am worried that this makes me a bad Dad, because I am happy to go and watch her perform (the picture above is from her performance of Swan Lake) but the practice is nerve racking as each week Madame Sonja (that’s the teacher and she insists on the Madame) always needs a male volunteer to hold something or pretend to be a toy maker, and each week I am the only male there so end up having to do that job. Needless to say Jen finds the whole thing amusing.

Even my attempts to get Emma interested in football have failed, we sat down to watch England V’s Macedonia last Saturday and we both fell asleep watching it. We had to pay for the privilege of watching the game and it is possibly the second worst $25 I have ever spent in my life. Thank the lord I didn’t tape the game against Croatia.