First day of music class

My daughter (or rather my mother's granddaughter) is a bad influence. As you can tell Amy and I have decided the Scheuer genes from Grandma Lodwig are to blame.

Today Amy took Anya to her first day of music class.
As the instructor was walking around the room and doing things (getting music, talking, etc) There was Anya: chasing the poor woman around with a musical instrument shaped like an alligator, bellowing "rawwr!" and having the alligator bit the woman on the butt.
Then she (that would be Anya) kept going upside down on the ballet bars and half the kids followed suit. She was basically causing a rug rat riot.

Later she proceeded to strip down in the middle of the circle, saying "I don't need my shirt!"

Not shy, that one.