Daddy daughter date

Ron took Violet to the Nutcracker Ballet.  She has been enamored with it (aren't all little girls?) since she saw it last year on a field trip with her kindergarten class.  Her teacher was a former ballerina with the Joffery Ballet.  This production, while not as opulent (or nearly as expensive) as the Joffery's, was well put together and a tad more intimate.

Violet enjoyed her grown up night thoroughly and fell asleep in the car in the way home.  So tuckered out was she, we managed to get her out of her fancy dress and to bed without her waking.

Maybe the start of a tradition?