creative movement

For the next few weeks we have Juma in a Yale children's creative movement class. Dance, in other words. The class is made for 3-4 year olds, and gets them to move imaginatively. Yesterday, they were butterflies, trains, and various zoo animals, and ran, skipped, and leapt over a crocodile-infested river. Several girls were dressed up in pink ballerina outfits, but most were in sweats. There were a few boys there, too.

Before the few weeks before the class, we had been prepping Juma on it. He adamantly refused to go every time we brought it up. "No! I don't like dance!" (Even though he loves to turn on the radio and dance his energy away.) But we went anyway. We thought we made a bad investment, that our money would be wasted because Juma would go and do nothing but sit on my lap, refusing to dance.

We were pleasantly suprised to find that he thoroughly enjoyed it afterall. He stretched, flew like a butterfly, ran around waving a ribbon, and jumped like his new favorite TV character, Sporticus. The only thing he refused to do was jump over the crocodiles. A bit too scary for him.