A herd of toddlers crowd the ballet studio. Most of these miscreants spin in circles or invent entirely new dance moves. One child, however, marches around in tiny toddler steps to correct her less devoted classmates. She even treks to the teacher’s side (if not in front of the teacher) to demonstrate the right way to dance. This diva child, as my family can easily confirm with a chuckle, was me. But my history of being a know-it-all didn’t stop at the ballet studio. Continue reading