Another lil Benley collection

A Man in Tights...and a Tutu?

Pru, had recently developed a keen interest in ballet. She spent hours watching ballet performances on TV, practicing her moves in front of the mirror, and always talking about ballet. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and soon, the living room was filled with the sounds of classical music and the sight of Pru twirling around with boundless energy.

One day, Pru looked at Ben with big, pleading eyes.
"Will you be my dance partner? Pretty please"

Ben, always ready to make his daughter happy, smiled and agreed. "Sure, princess. I'll dance with you."

As Pru's enthusiasm for ballet continued to grow, so did his involvement. He went from awkwardly mimicking dance moves to fully embracing the role, tights and all. He even went as far as purchasing a tutu to match Pru's.

One day, Miranda returned home earlier than usual and was met with an unexpected sight. She walked into the living room to find Pru and Ben twirling around, both dressed head-to-toe in ballet attire.

Miranda couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. One day, Miranda arrived home earlier than usual and walked into the living room to find an unexpected scene. There was Ben, gracefully twirling around in a pink tutu and tights, while Pru cheered him on with glee.

Miranda couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

Ben, caught off guard but still in good spirits, flashed a sheepish grin. "Just getting in touch with my inner ballerina."

Miranda chuckled, walking closer to them. "I see that. Have you seen my husband, or did he get lost in a sea of tulle and satin?"

Ben grinned, playing along. "Last I saw, he was perfecting his pirouette"

"I have to say, you look pretty good in tights. Very... form-fitting." She looked him up and down

Ben laughed, striking a pose. "Why, thank you. I always knew I had the legs for it."

Miranda tilted her head, teasing him further. "And the tutu? It's a bold fashion statement. Really brings out your eyes."

Pru giggled, hopping over to Miranda. "Daddy is a really good ballerina, Mommy"

Miranda ruffled Pru's hair, still chuckling." You're both absolutely adorable. Have you been teaching him"

Pru nodded excitedly and began telling Miranda about all the things she had been showing Ben.

Ben suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Pru, what do you say we put on a show? We can show off our skills."

Pru's face lit up with excitement. "Yes. Mommy sit on the couch. We're going to do a special performance just for you"

Miranda, thoroughly amused, took a seat on the couch. "Alright, I can't wait to see this."

Pru and Ben took their positions in the middle of the living room. Pru whispered some last-minute instructions to Ben, who nodded seriously. They began their performance, with Pru leading the way and Ben following her movements as best as he could. They spun, leaped, and twirled, with Pru's graceful moves complemented by Ben's enthusiastic, if somewhat clumsy, attempts.

As they finished with a grand flourish, Miranda clapped and cheered. "Bravo. Bravo. That was amazing."

Pru beamed with pride, and Ben took a bow, his tutu rustling. "Thank you, thank you. We'll be here all week."

Miranda laughed, her heart full. "You two are the best. That was the most beautiful ballet performance I've ever seen."

Later, after Pru was tucked in for her nap, Miranda returned to the living room and was surprised to see Ben still in his tights and tutu. She shook her head with a smile. "Hey, you can take that off now," she said, gesturing to his ballet attire. "Pru's asleep, you know."