Ant Lindsay and Uncle Matt got Elliott tickets to Disney Princesses on Ice for her birthday. She has been talking about it for 2 weeks and couldn't wait for our big adventure. We got all dressed up, loaded into the car (Dee Dee got to go in place of Uncle Matt for a fun girls day adventure), drove all the way down to Providence, posed for this happy picture:
... and then she had a meltdown. She panicked. It was loud and crowded and loud and loud. She could not be consoled. We barely convinced her to go through the ticket turnstile -- we could NOT get her to go into the arena. We tried baby steps, popcorn bribery, ear plugs ... we tried for a half hour and eventually gave up and went home. She's usually so outgoing and independent it really threw me. Poor kid was petrified. Maybe next year?