Thank you, Boston Ballet.  You looked like perfect little toys against the massive billowing gossamer backdrop on the largest stage in Boston this summer on a perfect night under a rising full moon before the largest audience on the Common this year.  We inhaled you, mesmerized.  

That Rolling Stones medley ... Brilliant ... Who 'da thunk it?  Will anyone who watched think of Sympathy for the Devil in the same way after your interpretation?  Or Play With Fire?  

And you - amazing - liquid - kids.  Three meritorious calls before intermission.  Brava! Bravo!  Bravissimo!

Boston Ballet, the thanks are on the other foot.