While this kid was having a crazy good time on stage at her dance recital
this kid was taksed with sitting sort of quietly and sort of still watching.
For three hours. Because dance recitals are three hours long. (I wanted to type "three long hours" but that wouldn't be nice. So I didn't. Ahem.)
Let's ponder that for a second, shall we? It's a great idea to place a toddler in a dark room and then tell them to be quiet and sit still, isn't it? THREE HOURS. If you would like to guess at the quantity of fruit snacks that were slipped to that kid to help keep her focused on something other than starting a spontaneous toddler parade, feel free. Now double that number and you might come close.
Although, I'm not sure that it was necessary.
I'll wait while you pick your jaw up from the floor.
Okay, so it turns out that if you ask Mila to sit and watch a dance recital, SHE WILL. She made it through the entire first half (1 1/2 hours!) sitting in laps and watching. Quietly. And mostly still.
It was sooooooo weird.
Creepy, even. Who does that? Who sits quietly and still at a dance recital? Answer: NOT ME. Alternate answer: NOT THE OTHER ADULT RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR CHILDREN.
Instead of risking Mila crashing and burning during the second half of the recital, I excused her and the other adult because HE CANNOT SIT STILL OMG. The two of them bonded together from the back of the auditorium not because she was wiggly, but because he was.
But, that's not the point. The point is that Mila happily watched dance for well over an hour. Which, HOORAY! Except not. Mila is the child who I would love to hang my tomboy-doesn't-dance-would-rather-play-in-the-mud dreams on. This thing where she not just tolerates but EMBRACES dance performances is really starting to make me nervous.