I am going to try my best not to be Nemo's Dad; I will drop the child off with a hug and a fanfare, and stride confidently out of the room. I'm sure I can do it. I may leak a little around the eyes after I get out of there, but that's nobody's business but mine, and the other concerned Rec Center visitors.
Expect a lengthy update tomorrow in our continuing saga of Maeve, Mommy, and the Very First Ballet class. I hope you aren't tired of it yet, and I promise to write about something else on Friday.