Gracie is still too young to attend formal dance classes, but that doesn't mean she doesn't consider herself an accomplished ballerina. In fact, Gracie is such a good dancer that she needs to wear leotards to bed.

Last night, after putting on her leotard (she doesn't allow - nor require - help in getting dressed), I put Gracie to bed and gave her a kiss. A few minutes later, I heard her shuffling around the bathroom, and then heard Emma cleaning out Gracie's little potty (you remember Emma - my little helper child). I figured that Gracie had to go potty, so I didn't bother to head up and check on her, since she was already back in bed.

When we headed up for our nightly sleep wee-wee, Tom called me in to look at Gracie. She had put on tights over her leotard after she had finished her potty time earlier in the evening. She just had to be dressed properly for the performances in her dreams, I guess. Poor little dancing princess.