Gracey thought it was cool that her Mom let her take a photo to show her friends too.
Gracey was glad that her Mom had time for her especially since she had another talented girl that she was spending a lot of time on. Luckily, she didn't like to paint at all.
Gracey didn't know her name yet, but she heard her beg her Mom to please make her a tutu so she could do ballet. Gracey watched her dance and was amazed at her form. She had just been born but already she moved gracefully.
Round and round she turned in slow rythmn to the music.
This one was not only pretty but talented too.
Suddenly she realized she was being watched and stopped dancing.
Gracey begged her not to stop dancing. She could tell she was a shy one. Suddenly Gracey got an idea. She put on one of her favorite cd's and offered the dancer her hot pink wig and smiled as she put it on and danced to the new music.
She and Gracey laughed as her wig fell off while she did the splits on the floor.
Gracey picked up her wig and then took the new one to go see her paintings.