“like ballet” said a young voice “like a ballet of water”
As we walked past the cold section in the supermarket tonight, my adopted son handed me back the shopping basket, leapt into the air and said “I can’t carry this now Mommy, I have to do my ballet” and then danced off into another aisle. He told me later as I stopped to photograph the beautiful fountain outside, it was a ballet of water. I think he’s right too.
