I didn't anticipate that she'd demand to wear it immediately and then never want to take it off. I also didn't anticipate that she'd force us to play Bobby da Nutcwackah on repeat. Suffice it to say, the swimsuit is going into hiding very, very soon.
Who needs magic shoes when you have a magic tutu? Especially one that you just can't stand still in.
Even when you try extra hard and even lean back against the couch to help curb the desire to dance, dance, dance...
Until you're so worn out you just have to crash out somewhere.
Until the need to dance wells up again, and you're off.
Honestly? I love it.