Tiny dancer

Last night I arrived home to find a little ballerina.


I'll be honest, before Jane was born I worried about being a girl's father. Years ago, I was a boy, so being a boy's dad is in some ways fairly easy --- if fraught with the dangers of vicarious living.

But I was never a tutu-wearing, pretty in pink little thing (at least as far you know), and so the thought of this brave new world was somewhat intimidating.

It's less so now, although if I'm being perfectly honest, the thought of her as a teenager is positively terrifying.