As my 3 loyal readers know I am a great fan of the circus. I love the music, the lights, the cheesy dude in the tux, the sparkly costumes . I love it all. It brings out the child in me. Not that that girl in me is buried very deep beneath the surface. I am usually looking for an excuse to let her out. So last night we had the great joy of taking the kids to their first circus. Being a mom who would much rather surprise than disappoint I didn't tell them anything about it until the last minute. The best part of the whole night was probably Mark trying to guess what we were going to do. He guessed everything from Walmarts to the playground. He doesn't get out much. Once we did finally tell him he didn't know what it was anyway. So he still didn't know what to expect. It was great. As you can see everyone was crazy excited to get it started once we sat down. Calm down guys.
Once the show got started though it was fun to watch them. Both of them sat slack jawed and wide eyed through the entire performance.
And who can blame them when things like this were going on in front of them. I really wonder what was going on in Anna's head watching this. She didn't look away even once.
All around it was a pretty fun and inexpensive night. As long as you didn't get sucked into buying the over priced, child choking, battery sucking, probably lead containing, light up junk for sale. This one wanted the junk but we told him No. Mean horrible awful parents we are.
And on the way home we stopped for take-out Chinese food. A rare and delicious treat.