Yesterday evening, in the concession lineup with her Mom during the intermission at The Goh Ballet's The Nutcracker. She really was that happy, absolutely smitten ( even more than when she saw it last year). And she was so well behaved that several of our seat mates commented (perhaps thanks to the pointed contrast with the seat-back-kicking monster in the row behind, a little girl who kept up a running commentary throughout much of the performance, her parents' ineffectual, loud remonstrations only an added irritant).
After the show, she watched awe-struck as some of the dancers mingled in the lobby (the gorgeous black drag queen Mere Gigogne (played oh so fabulously by Christopher Hunte) held her in thrall (that glittery lipstick, those amazingly long lashes), but what she really wanted was to have her photo taken with Clara. And she was sad that she was too shy and was going to have to watch her opportunity slip by.
So Nana stepped up.
Floating on air, our girl was!
Oh, and by the way, do you remember that faux fur vest I gave Little Girl last Christmas? She wore it last night, thrilling her Nana to bits with her styling...apparently, it was deemed a bit weird for its first season (although she pretended otherwise to me, graciously), but she's recently seen its possibilities in her drive for creative self-expression. . .
I have to run now, literally. I'm running over to my daughter's to snuggle wee Frankie while R. gets out for w run. Pater, meanwhile, is driving out to visit his mother in hospice. Busy, emotional days. 'Tis the season...