The Princess had the pleasure of attending the Nutcracker ballet over the weekend. Nina and Rex brought her to the big city to watch the toe spinners.
Here’s a big thank you to Nina and Rex. Without you I may have been forced to partake in another episode of the torture that many refer to as the Nutcracker.
I’ve been. I think I was asleep in a bout five minutes. Just not my thing. Princess and I will have to bond over other life experiences…perhaps blogging.
But, as we all expected, The Princess fell in love. Rumor has it that she was on the edge of her seat the entire time, and during a quick moment of silence as the crowd stopped applauding, she let out a spontaneous “woo hoo” that echoed through the theater.
Based on her lack of interest in soccer, and what seems to be a natural inclination towards all things girly, dance seems to be a perfect fit for The Princess. It’s no surprise the Nutcracker is her jammy jam.
It’s fun to watch interests developing.
So after the ballet, I started to dig into what she liked, and eventually it led to me asking if she would like to be a dancer when she grows up. The Princess replied with….
“My ribs get tired when I dance.”
Huh?! For real?!
Your ribs?! Get tired?!
Can ribs even get tired?
Perhaps physical exertion is not her bag.
At least she’s a good artist.