Dance, dance, baby.

In an effort to make playgroup more aware of ethnic diversity, we headed down to the Mann music center for a youth program of Cambodian, Mexican, Irish, and African Dance & Drums.

Geez. I'm just kidding. They're only 3, for crying out loud. We went because it was free.

Anyway, I'm pleasantly surprised by how well the Salad responded to the 75 minute concert. A studied each group that came onto stage with rapt attention. S danced in the aisle and begged me to let her take lessons to learn how to "dance like the little girls in the princess dresses with Goldilocks curls." M watched the first 30 minutes and then played with Ian, fidgeted around his seat, and snacked for the remained of the time. Occasionally, he would cover his ears, say it was too loud and ask when it would be over. Then, an acrobat would leap over 4 children on stage or a stilt walker would appear and he'd pay attention again.

Now, off to find Irish Dance lessons!