Yesterday Principessa & I went to the ballet. We saw Cinderella performed by the Fort Wayne Ballet accompanied by the Fort Wayne Philharmonic. It was a lovely classic performance and the music was wonderful. The costumes were exquisite.
As Bethany and I walked in behind a mom and daughter in jeans with a granddaughter in play clothes, she whispered, "They didn't read your blog." I am happy to report that they were the exception. There were many little girls in their finery accompanied by moms, aunts, and grandmas also dressed for a special occasion. (We will ignore the teenage girl in a tie-dyed tee shirt and sweats. It is too painful to recall.)
The little girl in front of us was a hoot. There were lots of very excited little ones in attendance, but she may have been the most exuberant. She had a ballerina Barbie. In fact, she had a ballerina Barbie with a spinning light-up skirt. It was quite a sight. Especially when the ushers caught a glimpse of the light flashing from the spinning skirt and thought that they had discovered another contraband camera.
As we left, my 20 year old said, "Mommy, I want to be a ballerina."