06 August 2010

Video, 20 cents

My daughter has quit ballet. Sometimes I worry that when she’s grown up she’ll blame me for ruining her chances of becoming a jobbing chorus girl, just like I did to my mum. So every now and then, I ask her if she misses ballet. “No,” she replied recently, “I prefer to rock, anyway.” Of course, as she is six years old, to “rock” means to bop along to Ruby Tuesday or a fast-paced Peter Combe number.

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