Ballerinas

My old dance school recently held their annual dance recital. Since my mom still organizes the entire backstage, I spent a weekend backstage helping out. As usual it was a whole lot of fun, you haven't seen happy until you have seen a three year old ballerina in her first powder pink tutu.

In comparison to years before I felt unusually useless this year. Mom pointed out that that was a good thing, it meant things were running smoothly, which I had to admit was true. So in lieu of any heroic stories about myself (and that's why you're here right? for the heroics I regale you with so constantly) I bring you the two cutest moments of the whole weekend.

During the younger show (3-7 year old) one of the numbers was danced to "This little light of mine" . While that number was dancing I was hanging out backstage with a group of five year old jazz dancers. Very quietly, very much just to herself, one of the little girls started to sing along to the song. Eventually two or three other girls started to sing it too; a trio of soft voices singing "let it shine, let it shine, let it shine". A moment that if required, would have made my heart grow three sizes.

The members of one four year old dance group had each been given a number, so that way they would remember their order. The issue came up though that while most knew their number they did not neceesarily know which numbers were supposed to be next to them. I was helping sort out this problem, when I asked a quiet girl what her number was, I knelt down while she raised up on her tip toes to whisper in my ear; "I'm the one with two ones", I introduced her to her friend 12.