Youngest daughter has been taking Jazz dancing lessons this past year and is very excited about performing in her final show next month.
Yesterday, as we were leaving dance class, I was handed her recital costume.
Youngest daughter is eight. This costume is something I wouldn’t let a twenty one year old leave the house wearing. It’s short, backless and is held up by two tiny flesh covered bra straps across her shoulders. It’s got a low plunging neck line and is skin tight.
A few of the other mothers there also looked a little concerned when they picked up their daughter’s costumes. I don’t know them but I suppose at next week’s class I had better introduce myself and see what I can do about getting a group of us together for a protest.
I was thinking about changing the place where my youngest takes dance classes for next year anyway. I’m betting after next week the current place is gonna want me to change it as well.