once, i told a lie.

when i was 6 my best friend came to school and softly told me she began taking ballet classes.

i wanted to take ballet so badly. i had daydreamed about a tutu as soon as i saw what one was.

enter: my first lie.

i told my best friend: me too.

you’re taking them too? she asked

uh-hum i replied.

and just as it would turn out on any after school special, she asked me to show her what i learned.

and just as you would see on the list of “Many Reasons Why You Should Not Lie”

- i was frozen stiff in the fear

so, like most little liars do, i tried to get out of it by asking her to show me first since i just started my non-existing class and couldn’t remember it right.

and as she showed me first position, i told her that she did it very well and she was delighted with my compliment, so… moral of the story… no harm no foul.

just kidding.

lying is dreadful. but does it really count when you’re little? i remember my sister telling lies all the time when she was little and my Mom always looks back on it and laughs fondly while calling her a “storyteller”

Amy’s Dictionary:

Storyteller: A pleasant word parents use when they don’t want to call their child a liar.

today i am wearing a tutu mesh skirt and a white body suit, i feel very ballerina-ee. i’m already a bit hot in it but it’s worth all the horrible jumps i’m going to be doing around the house all day.

i know it’s monday, but come on, dance with me.

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skirt & bodysuit from forever21.com