Surviving the Circus
My kids just like the idea of anything that feels like a celebration. The draw here is probably partially all the circus treats. The ridiculously over-priced circus treats that I usually never buy. This time I realized (as they were all begging for things) that in between all the baseball games and the ambulance calls and the shuffling back and forth between the kids' two houses and the last minute rushing that it was possible none of them had any real meals since noon. It was now after 7:00pm. Whipped, colored sugar was not really the best answer to this dilemma, but it did distract the kids from the problem for awhile.
He liked the cotton candy, even though he was really mad he had to share it. The first act was the tigers and he thought they were really cool and he told me they were his favorite, except he wouldn't stop asking, "Where are the lions? Where are the lions!!? WHERE ARE THE LIONS?" throughout the entire tiger act and then sporadically throughout the rest of the show. The lions never showed up.
Next was the lady with a lot of hula hoops. He seemed interested in this for a few minutes, but then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mom, she lost hers pants! Look at the lady down there. She lost them. No pants!" It was true. They did seems to be missing.
After the pant-less lady the camels arrived. I asked Lex if he knew what they were and he said yes. I asked what they were and he told me "buffalo." I tried to convince him they weren't buffalo, but he just thought they were really "tall, crazy buffalo." I guess the hump is a little familiar and there really aren't many other animals around here that look like camels.
After that he was pretty much done watching the circus and wanted to run around the entire field house in the dark, doing ninja rolls to avoid the light beams (from all those light up swords they sell for about twenty gazillion dollars a piece) and stealing slushies other circus goers left unguarded beside their seats. I'm hoping he didn't succeed in this, but I did lose him once and after about five minutes of panicked scanning of the entire surrounding seating area I spotted him (and eventually caught him) five rows up and one section over dodging light beams and sucking down a slurpie I didn't buy him. I should have never let him sit in his own seat once they turned off the lights without some sort of alarm/ alerting system. He spent the rest of the show sitting on my lap. Neither of us was very happy about this situation.
The other kids were much easier to manage since they didn't run away or even bother me about buying them things. They didn't even complain when I wouldn't let them do any of the fun circusy stuff at intermission. Instead of riding elephants and ponies they played fun games like, "How far away can we sit before the ushers come and tell us to return to the adult in charge?" This is how far Zoran and Iyezk made it: