M’s first dance recital. We were a little nervous, since she hadn’t done such a thing before and only recently ceased bursting into tears at the sight of large crowds, but she did excellently as a “Lost Kid”. Costumes! Makeup (which I had to go buy, as I don’t generally keep blush, bright red lipstick or blue eyeshadow in the house)! Apparently it was all “sweet”.
D, who has not in his life had the joy of experiencing children’s dance shows, was duly initiated. Tap dancing Indians (I think I wore the same costume as Tiger Lily in about 1979)! Hip-hop crocodiles! Tiny fairies, one of whom grinned but didn’t move for the entire dance! Brilliant stuff.