Spectacle: end of year school play

My eldest daughter's school held its end of year play over the last few days.  We went to watch it on Tuesday. Over the past couple of weeks she has been turned into a zombie with early starts and days spent in the theatre getting it right.  I'm impressed by the resilience of five year-olds that they can survive the demands of the schedule that meant on Friday, Monday and Tuesday they started at 8am and didn't finish the day until nearly 9pm. I made some notes on the things that really stuck with me during the performance and their preparation, here they are:
The lady who shushed us all when we tried to clap on the first three movement breaks.
The utter lack of understanding, because it was lots of French all at once.
The girl who did the free back somersault.
The dance lady who clearly didn't know her own lines.
The bored three year-olds who had come to watch their older siblings and were crying from tiredness.
The boy whose eyes were rolling back in his head as he watched.
The random arm stretch, with its expressive movement.
The random Russian words that I guess were meant to mean something, if only it was that the theme was Russian.
The casually bizarre costumes that look great on some and odd on others, because kids are all different sizes.
A daughter who spent put in her performance, all the while keeping an eye out for her parents.
The music - Stravinskii.
The utter sincerity in their carefully, but not expertly choreographed movements.
The late nights.
The early mornings.
The credit to their teachers.
The words from the Director about community; manifested at the end when dozens of kids and teachers took the applause of the parents.
Lots and lots of small children, who you'd casually under-estimate on a daily basis if you saw them on the bus, aged between 5 and 13, working together and actually doing enormous credit to their hard work.