Ever since she was a little kid, when Beatrix is having the most fun ever — the time of her life — her face is serious. No smiles or laughter. No wide-eyed wonderment. Dead serious. It remains that way to this day. If her face looks like this, she’s having a blast.
This was her at Mardi Gras in New Orleans watching a parade. Loving every second. Serious.
Seeing Hamilton or Hadestown (with the original casts, no less) on Broadway? Serious.
Seeing Frozen at five years old? Very serious.
When we were first noticing this, we’d stop to ask her, “Is everything OK honey?”
“Yeah! Why?”
Beatrix is one book you should never judge by her cover.