Any Turkey Can Tango

I was at Brown over twelve hours today. The first grade did their song-and-dance Thanksgiving production at 7:00 p.m in the gym in front of hundreds of parents and well-wishers. (Drooly mentioned in an offhand way just before she went on, "My imaginary eighteen-year-old brother might come tonight." My, but that girl marches to a different trumpeter.) The show went off without a hitch, except for one poor girl who was terrified and completely froze, staring off into space with her little mouth stuck open in a shocked O while everyone else genstured and sung and spun. On the whole, I was proud of the little hooligans.