Today it was confirmed, my daughter did come from my womb. She came home from school to find that I had bought her a new ballet class leotard/skirt get-up and some new patent leather "tap" shoes, but really they are just dress shoes. She quickly set up an audience on the front room rug, and did a song and dance for them.
Every once in a while I crave being back on the stage again. It's really fun, and I miss it. Luckily I have lots of other fun in my life, but there is nothing like being in a show. At least now I know that I have an audience of various plastic dolls, stuffed bears and daughters, if I just HAVE to perform.