Tonight I took Elizabeth and her friend, Nikole, to another Dancing Grits activity.  I also finally found out what Dancing Grits means!  Grits is G*d Rocks in the South.  Pretty cool.  We were a tad late, but with a theme like pajama party, well, things were a bit informal.  The dance instruction had already begun, so the girls RUSHED through registration, slapped their nametags on and dove into the fray!

An instructor demonstrated the steps and the kids practiced them, boys on one side and girls on the other so the boys could learn the lead steps and the girls could learn to follow (something Elizabeth found VERY hard to do!).  Then the boys and girls paired up and the music started.

After about an hour of instruction it was time to eat!  I stayed on to help prepare and serve.  I made toast.  A lot of toast.  The theme was, of course, breakfast foods for dinner, so I"m glad I didn't get stuck with oatmeal or, this being the South and all, GRITS!

After food the kids headed back into the hall and for a devotional.  First there was some critique on table manners.  It was quite humorous.  Then a very nice young man bore his testimony.  It was touching.  After that it was back to more dance instruction.

There were more girls than boys, so after each practice dance the instructor would have all of the girls who hadn't had a male partner to come to the front and then the guys took a partner from that group first.  They were a very nice bunch of kids and everybody had multiple times to practice new steps.  I noticed very little wall hugging!  Well, maybe a little wall leaning...

Tonight the kids learned the tango and Elizabeth picked it up pretty quickly.  She confessed to DRAGGING her partner through some of the steps, however.  Perhaps she should have used her LASER EYES to direct the poor guy!