Yesterday, quite unexpectedly, our priest told us that he'd received two extra tickets to the annual Russian calendar New Year's 'ball'. All of our things are in storage, pretty much, so I called my sister and asked if I could borrow an emergency dress.
On the way to her house, I asked my six-year-old niece, "Grace, do you know what I'm doing tonight?"
"I'm going to a ball."
"You're going to marry the prince???"
"No, Grace! I already married the prince!"
"Then why are you going?"
"Well, you know how when Cinderella goes to the ball, she's not the only person there? There's a bunch of other people there dancing, too. I'll be one of those people. But I don't think there will actually be any princesses there tonight, it's just a party for grownups to wear fancy dresses."
We managed to get ourselves together, but when we got there, Nathaniel started to have a panic attack - something that is pretty unusual for him. After an hour, when it still hadn't eased up, we ended up leaving. I was bummed.
We ended up going to a diner in suit and gown for sandwiches.