Singing Dancing B

On Wednesday, we went to dance like usual. A goes into class by herself and B and I wait for her to get out (1 hour class). There are stairs there and sometimes B escapes up them. And boy can he move quickly. There are three classrooms upstairs and by the time I got up there, I wasn't sure what classroom he had wandered into. I went into the other two and was pointed to the third classroom. I found him in the middle of a huge room of teenage ballerinas in their pointe shoes and the owner of the dance school singing the "eensy weensy spider" and dancing for them. I quickly snatched him up and ran downstairs mortified!