Who needs sugar?
In a Nutcracker Ballet induced frenzy, my son Alex raced around the family room killing the Mouse King over and over to full orchestral accompaniment. He bounced from being the Nutcracker to being Toad from The Wind in the Willows, brandishing his new plastic sword and chanting "Take that! I'm Toad! I'm the Nutcracker! Take that!"
Yesterday a Nutcracker T-shirt arrived in the mail, courtesy of Grandma Naf, and Alex's little jaw fell in open admiration. Today, it caught his eye again upon rising, and he decided he needed to wear it immediately, so we had no fight about getting dressed. He informed me that the Nutcracker didn't actually wear a shirt like that one, which I thought was pretty astute for a two year old, but, of course, he was the Nutcracker anyway.
I am loving this time of his life where he can race around the house rescuing me and killing me in turns. I hope he never abandons his chivalry.