When I was young and impressionable, say around age five, I had a plan for my life: ballerina philanthropy. I wanted to dance for starving Soviets and distribute bread to them at the same time. This solved both my desire to feed hungry people and be adored. However, I dropped out of ballet before our first recital and never looked back, out of sheer shyness.
Maeve spent yesterday in a tutu, watching an Elmo's World about dinosaurs, and I was pondering how great it would be if she could fulfill her great curiosity about the world and be adored at the same time. However, I would never wish on her the physical suffering and extremities that professional ballerinas endure. So maybe she can just be adored by her dad and me, and just stick with paleontology.
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| Kind of a silly ballerina, if you ask me. |
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