Last weekend Emma was in her ballet studio’s performance of Aladdin. Every show she’s in she begs me to work backstage, but I’ve always avoided it because I’d much rather spend volunteer hours at the table that sells glasses of wine. Although then I spend all my money on glasses of wine. Anyways, this year I couldn’t resist those sweet, begging eyes anymore so I volunteered backstage and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Sure it was loud and you’ll never know how nerve wracking it can be to retouch red lipstick on fidgety eight and nine year old girls. But I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected.