Woohoo!

Heh... this reminds me of when I was three and in a ballet class, and was very upset because I couldn't hop on one foot. But I refused to quit, because I wanted the pretty recital costume. Meanwhile, I made my parents miserable with complaining. So they bought me a costume and I quit the class. *g*

(And I did eventually learn to hop on one foot. My mom caught me practicing when no one was looking.)