It's funny how you think something is going to turn out, yet invariably it goes the opposite direction. Take my daughter's first soccer game. I thought for sure she was going to love soccer because she has two older brothers who both played soccer and she's used to the rough life associated with brothers. At practice she did fine, had fun, and no worries.
<------------And then this is what happened at the actual game. Tears, tears, and then just when we thought the tears were through...they started again. *sigh* It's going to be a long season, methinks.
Maybe we should just stick to dance.