Can I just tell you, I met the dumbest people at ballet the other day?
(Harry was totally awesome in class, by the way-- he totally remembered his skillz).
Now I get that my ballet experience is not the norm. It's "supposed" to be a bubbly pink princess tutu wrapped experience. I get that. But holy hell, we have never encountered anything like these women (outside of crazy internet message boards anyway).
Before class, I was shoving Harry's dance shoes on his fat little feet when I heard a DS-playing brother of one of the pink girls ask his mom, "Do BOYS take ballet?"
"No," she replied.
Harry looked up, shocked, one ballet slipper on, one one clutched in his hand. "Actually," I said, trying not to sound aggressive, "In professional troupes, half of the dancers are men."
"Huh," said the DS player's mom.
"Really?" asked a woman next to her.
"Oh! Like the Nutcracker!" said a third.
During class, they proceeded to have the stupidest conversation about gender stereotypes I have ever heard in my life (and no, they didn't use the phrase gender stereotype because I am sure they've never heard that before or stopped to question things like ballet class and play kitchens. Feck). The highlight? One mom saying that her niece is not into Disney princesses or anything pink, that she's JUST LIKE A BOY, and that there might be something wrong with her. OMFG.
I am never leaving campus again.
On a brighter note, Ben and I took Jack on a date last night, and it was awesome. He was adorable and well-behaved and so excited to be out with us. Jack and I started the evening at a reception for my department, and then we met Ben at his office. Then we walked downtown and ate a place with no kids' menus or plastic cups-- risky. We ended the evening at Toys R Us, where Jack picked out something for Harry, too. A picture perfect date. That I did't really take any pictures of. Except these.