my sugar plum loves her schwinn

Today was Caro's first ballet recital. Nevermind that up to 5 minutes before her performance she was still begging to leave and go ride bikes at the park. I was ready for tears, panic, or a combination of both.

But when that red curtain parted, there she was. Front and center. Huge smile on her face with perfect posture. She completed all the requisite choreography, including an arabesque that she fancied up with jazz hands. I was floored and proud and surprised.

Then I picked her up back stage, Chris gave her roses, and we both gushed over her performance...to which she replied "NOW can we go ride bikes?"