Inspired by “The Nutcracker”

We took the kids to see the Greensboro Ballet production of “The Nutcracker” last night. It was the third time for Abby and me, the first time for Camille and Herb. Though it began at what is roughly her normal bedtime, Camille hung in there, raptly attentive, for most of the show.

When she did fall asleep in my lap, she slept through the sustained applause, the house lights coming up, being put back into her coat, carried through the parking lot in the cold and the ride home.

I wasn’t sure how much of an impression it made on her until I happened to walk through the living room and see our little nutcracker (purchased at the first performance Abby and I ever attended) standing on a piano stool in the middle of the room. His crown had been augmented with one of Camille’s bracelets.

Herb said he saw her running in circles around it. So she brought a little magic home with her after all.

(So far, I haven’t noticed any nutcracker worship on Herb’s part, but I’m keeping an eye on him just in case.)