Tappity Tap Shoes

It is Wiggles-mania at our house. Brianna who adored the Wiggles at age three, shelved them (I thought) permanently at age four. I entertained the idea of either giving away or selling all the videos and DVDs we had collected of the loveable goofy singing quartet. However, she has recently rediscovered them, enjoying the sillyness, interacting and dancing along with particularly Jeff Wiggle. Her favorite is "Wake Up Jeff" and she also likes the eight-year-old girls that display very good Irish dancing skills. Hence, we must have tap shoes.
Do keep in mind that is the same child who when two, shrieked at me to stop singing or dancing along to these same videos. Now she is all participation, and she wants me to join in. I am flattered, though I have no right to be; it is just the age and stage, I know. Brianna really wants to dance, and to dance well, right now. Unfortunately, she has no talent for it. Now don't worry, I haven't told her that! This is not Simon Cowell's house, and I am not judge nor jury. I don't think you have to be born with dance talent to do appreciably well if you set your mind to it.
I bought tap shoes on eBay for a good price, and we already have the tile and wood floors that make exquisite sounds when being tapped upon. Now all we need is a little instruction. I don't know how to tap dance, but I am pretty good at Step aerobics, and have repeated enough workout videos to at least be able to teach her box steps, grapevines and cha chas. Still, I find teaching Brianna very difficult. She has a short fuse which medically I would deem 'Poor Frustration Tolerance.' She doesn't like me telling her what to do. She wants to do everything perfect the first time. So for once, I am hanging back, though it is not natural for me to do so. I want to preserve the fun for her. If she learns, it may be slow, but I will heartily cheer her on. Perhaps she will surprise me. With a love of dance, or persistence in practice, perhaps she will surprise herself.