This winter, I signed my two-year-old up for two classes: one I picked and the other I let her choose. I picked an age-appropriate art class, titled “Make a Mess.” The class involves finger painting, making pictures with soap bubbles, food dye and all the messy things I don’t have the courage to do at home. The other class, the one she chose, was ice skating lessons.
I didn’t want to sign her up for ice skating. She is 2-almost-3 and has never fit anyone’s description of a physically daring child. Plus, all the advice I read suggests holding off on skating lessons until 4. But she’s obsessed with figure skating and loves to twirl around the hardwood floors on stockinged feet declaring herself an ice princess. When she discovered her friend, who is a whole year older, was taking lessons she begged: “Oh, but pwease!”