My grandma's house is special. That's because it's a house and a dancing school. My grandma is special, too. That's because she is a grandma and a dance teacher!

When I visit my grandma, she gives me a great big hug and a kiss. She always smells like lilacs.

My grandma wears a tiny watch on a gold chain around her neck. I like to sit on her lap so I can play with it.

But it is hard to sit still for very long. That's be-cause I know it is almost time for Grandma to teach ballet.

I can't wait to see the boys and girls dance. "Is it time yet?" I ask, over and over again. Finally, the piano downstairs starts to play.

"May I go and watch them dance?" I ask.

Grandma says yes. She puts on her pink ballet slippers. Then we walk downstairs.

The children are stretching from top to bottom and from side to side.

"Grandma, can I join in the lesson?" I ask.

"When you're a little bit bigger," Grandma says.

Grandma teaches ballet to six-year-olds.

The children stand in a neat line at the barre. The girls and boys hold their arms out to their sides. Gentle, tinkly music plays.

Grandma stands in front of the children and shows them what to do.

They move their feet with the music. "First position, second position," Grandma says.

Next they do step and point. I'm sure I can do step and point, so I hold my skirt out and try.

"Look at Lydia!" the children say, smiling.

I feel shy and look down, but Grandma gives me a hug and says, "You did beautifully."

I love going to Grandma's house. And one day very soon, my grandma is going to give me my first ballet lesson. I can't wait!