Becoming cultured...

My sister, niece, and I all went to see Swan Lake last night at The Fox in Atlanta. My niece is really into dancing, so that's why we wanted to take her. She is so cute, she drew a picture of a grown up dancer and a baby dancer on a piece of paper, and she brought it with her in the van, and my sister didn't even know she had it until they were already on the road. My niece said she drew it to give to a dancer and she held onto that drawing until the ballet was over. We went to one of the ushers and asked her if she could give it to one of the dancers, and she said that she would MAKE SURE that it got into the hands of one of the dancers. I love it when people validate children and their hearts.

My niece was SO WELL behaved the entire evening. She was full of questions at the beginning of the performance, until finally my sister told her to just listen because she was afraid they would disturb people sitting around us. (We were on the second row, so we all had a close-up view. Even so, the people next to me were using binoculars!) My niece was quite disturbed by the fact that there was a queen with no king in the story. She ended up zonking out shortly after the intermission. She looked so cute curled up in that seat.

Any way you look at it, the night was a success. And I certainly feel more cultured from having gone.