On the third Sunday of Advent, Joy Sunday, the big kids, Memere, and myself headed downtown to watch The Nutcracker.
We brought one of Sister's friends from school with us and met up with another.
They had lots of friends in the production.
Such a wonderful job by all of the dancers.
You know my influence, though, when Brother whispered to me after the second song, "Why isn't there any talking?"
So, they now understand the definition of a ballet verses a play. (=
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