R oy’s best night ever fell on the eve of The Nutcracker. It was not that the two events were at odds exactly: Roy was going to be the special, solitary sleep-over guest at his Favorite Friend in The Entire World’s birthday party. This was a once-a-year, can’t-miss opportunity (last year’s sleep-over for this same friend up until this invitation had been the last best night ever). The coveted invitation had come in after Scott had bought tickets for the matinee of The Nutcracker, though, and the end time of the party would be just a few hours before the performance was to start. So we developed strategies, Roy and I. He could go to the sleepover, but after he came home—right after!—he would…