Bobby pins take over your home...
You ask them to do some basic counting and they start with 126.96.36.199..
Walking is replaced with tapping, leaping and turning...
You can never own enough pairs of tights....(and then your dancer will cut holes in the feet to make them 'convertible').
Instead of music all you hear is the chanting of chorography steps.
You can create the perfect bun!
There is ALWAYS time to do a random arabesque...(Center aisle at Target, during dinner, in the classroom...ect.)
Your child asks you to help stretch muscles you didn't even know existed.
The dance studio has become your second home.
One hour in the studio cures all bad moods.
Your child won't wear jeans because they can't do the splits in them. Jeggings for the win!
You can never own enough pair of black leggings.
Toes are pointed...always!
Every large piece of furnature becomes their 'barre'.
You've turned your 4th bedroom into a 'dance studio' that includes a 'stage'.
The backseat of your car becomes a snack bar with all the carpooling you do.
Your child's #1 excuse for not ever being able to do anything is..."I can't..I've got dance" which they are not at all unhappy about.