On Saturday mornings, India has ballet class. Its a rare time in the week when it's just the two of us. She likes to make sure I am watching her dance through the window of the studio. She also insists that we eat at the Denny's across the street. It is our little "date" - even if the location is canceling out any cultural strides she is making by taking ballet. She likes the hot chocolate, and I like the company.