E’s currently taking an aerial arts class at Bumbershoots and she wears leotards over leggings that allow her to propel her body upwards on large silks that hang from a ceiling way, way above her. The other night she was changing out of her clothes and into pajamas and F snagged them and put them on before she even turned around. There was a lot of giggling upstairs.
Fast forward to the next night and the show that the two had practiced was ready to start. Backstage was that blanket and pillow fort in the hallway, and when the music began, F emerged from the shadows and danced* her little heart out.
*If dancing = striking poses, Vogue-style, and always with her tongue sticking out.
