"At the time, no. It was girly and the tutus were pink. They wanted recitals and I had to wear hair ribbons. I got in trouble for calling the instructor a damned yahoo." She smiled, tracing a fingertip in the the condensation on her water glass.
She drew a tiny heart with an arrow through the center. "It was a package deal. I couldn't take martial arts with Dad unless I agreed to ballet. Later on I got the point, but at the time it was hard for a five year old spoiled brat."
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