Julie has always regretted not being a ballerina when she was little, so I always assumed that Lyla would be one and Julie would be the overbearing, vicarious-living stage mom. I would be the dopey dad with the camera.
Today we saw the movie Black Swan, where Natalie Portman plays a prima ballerina with more than a touch of psychosis. It was when her character tore a bloody cuticle halfway up her finger that I began to think of other possibilities for Lyla. Maybe the young astronauts club, for instance. Or she could volunteer at, like, the library or something. Anything but ballet.
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