First of all, we are enjoying fried fish bones too much. I think the recommendations should be reversed for Filipinos. Since we LOVE fish so much, having meat all the time would actually depress me and the kids…. hmmm…
And then today, we were talking about some random guy dancing too gracefully…
Aisa: See, that’s why Dad didn’t want you to take ballet (to Paco)
Me: What? Daddy didn’t?
They both nod.
Me: Well, I’m okay with the boys taking ballet. There are some very very masculine guys that dance ballet (remembering Baryshnikov and a couple of others — even Nureyev, who I dragged then-boyfriend-now-dh to watch, was very masculine, at least while dancing 🙂 ). You know, the male… and here I faltered.
Aisa: Ballerinas.
Me: No! They’re not called ballerinas. How could they possibly be called ballerinas?!!
Aisa: Yes, they are mom, they’re male ballerinas!! (shrieks, laughter all over)
Me: NOOOOOO!!!! [googling]
Me: Whew!!! They’re called DANSEUR!!
Paco: No way am I going to be one of those.
From here on out, all talk of male ballerinas are banned, at least until after Lent. The fried fish bones — up for discussion.
funny story, stef. just this weekend, we were all driving home and my hubby was talking to ryan about how fun it will be if they take tap dancing. ryan asked me if he could and i said yes and added he can take any dance lessons he wanted like hip hop or swing or ballet. ryan said, “Ma, I’m not taking ballet. it’s a girly dance”. My husband laughed and said “Thank you Lord”. I said it’s not a girly dance and there are tons of men and boys who like ballet (with an evil eye on my hubby) and ryan said, “mommy, only girls dance ballet.”