Tonight I took Ariah to the symphony, where Grammie and Aunt Carol were playing. Ariah enjoyed the first half quite well. I taught her to imagine a story that went along with the music, and, refusing to imagine for herself, she constantly whispered to me, “What’s happening now?” And I’d whisper back things like, “The princess lost her kitty … the kitty’s being chased by a mean dog … now the kitty’s safe, and the princess meets a prince.” It made her happy, but by the time intermission rolled around, she was ready to go home. Still, not bad for a three-year-old.