Last night we went to hear some live music. The crowd sits on a hillside facing the small stage.
Willa was content to sit between Jim and I on the blanket, eating her dinner until a particularly rhythmic song started. She calmly set aside her plate, stood up, and started to sway.
Later, she found the stairs - and then it was all over. There were probably 45 steps between us and the area up front where the kids danced. She got down pretty quickly, walked directly past the large group of kids who moved like popping corn, and started to climb the stage steps.
This one is destined to be a rockstar, I suspect.