Watch me twirl!

Mommy used to be a twirler girl at OBU, so she decided that I should start getting to know my way around a baton. Of course, this one is kinda grown-up size so it's hard for me to manage very well. Mostly I like to just hit the floor with it and scare Cheney. I also drop it a lot. Mommy says that means I take after her. Daddy keeps wanting me to light the ends on fire. I'm wearing my ballerina shirt, but only because I don't have a margarine shirt yet. I mean, a majorette shirt. Whatever. You knew what I meant.