sorry. can't. dance - Crewneck Sweatshirt

Being a dance mom is like starring in your own reality show, but with way more glitter and less drama (at least, that's the dream). You spend your afternoons in a waiting room full of snack crumbs and the sound of "Five, six, seven, eight!" echoing through the walls, while you pretend not to be stressed about whether your kid is actually getting the choreography or just spinning in circles. You cheer wildly for every pirouette, even if it's more of a "pirou-whoops," and throw in a few jazz hands for good measure. When they finally emerge from practice, sweaty and covered in glitter (which, by the way, never comes off), you ask, "How was class?" and get a one-word response: "Fine." But deep down, you know you're both secretly counting the days until the recital, where you'll see them shine... for all of 2 minutes.