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We went on our bi-weekly "date night" to the Nutcracker. For some reason Byron nor I remembered the story. During intermission, we both looked at each other smiling saying, "What is going on." We then spent the next 10 minutes reading the story and just started laughing because we knew the plot all along, but we were just trying to read into the storyline and find some hidden meaning. Why was it so much easier as kids to understand the nutcracker?