Last night at the Lexington Opera House, our 6-year old watched his first Nutcracker ballet performance. My little boy stood out like a sore thumb in a sea of adorable twirling little girls in red dresses. But he didn't seem to notice. He was too enamored with wooden soldiers that came to life, evil mouse kings, beautiful and familiar holiday compositions, dancers who soar in the air, ice queens, sugar fairies, and girls who have to dress up like boys on stage, because not enough parents take their sons to the ballet.
I took my son last year. He loved it! And there were a few other boys there, not that he paid the slightest bit of attention to that, as he was so enamored by the show itself.
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