Several Saturdays ago it snowed and for some reason I banned our computer (I was probably writing something and needed complete privacy and quiet). The children disappeared for a time to the far corners of the basement. There they let the seeds of imagination and invention sprout until they had choreographed their own rendition of Swan Lake.
I was invited and sold a ticket. Emma and I sat in the audience of dolls and stuffed animals.
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