Sunday, April 5, 2009
Music Class
Most Friday's when Mommy feels like it or has taken a shower, we go to a music class with some of our friends. The Blankenship's, the Gianadda's, and the Schlageter's are usually in attendance which makes it pretty fun. Grandma Georgette came this time, which made it really special, and she only cried one time! Except for the minger Amherst over forty housewives who would rather me not look their prostitots in the eye for too long, music class can be a great time. Sometimes it is toddler anarchy, but Leni is excellent at following the rules so she tends to keep Clementine and I in check. The lady who runs the class can remember anyones name, even if she's never met you, and we get to sing and dance and eat other peoples snacks at the end. It takes place at a church on Main Street and we haven't burst into flames yet, which is a really good sign. I will keep dancing and marching until the weather gets nice, or the second coming of Christ- whichever comes first.
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