Circus

I think I was about 6 years old the last time I went to the circus. Memories? Motorcycles in a metal ball (I think?), trapeze artists, a funny clown and this fiber optic flashlight that my dad let me pick out. Other than that, I can't say I remembered too much. So, I wasn't sure what to expect when we went.

I was pleasantly surprised. It was a great and entertaining show. The kiddos both loved it. Actually, it was tough to say who enjoyed it more. Alexis loved all of the trapeze and tightrope acts (I think she enjoyed seeing people as flexible as she is!). And, for the first 20 - 30 minutes Max just sat and stared at everything happening - no comments, no talking, nothing. In fact, we couldn't even tell if he liked it. But, as it continued, he became more and more animated. It was fun to watch.

Highlights? Elephants. Tigers. Definitely the canon. And this guy named Mr. Gravity (random, I know).

To keep with tradition, my dad let him pick out something to bring home from the circus. After much thought and debate, Max chose a miniature canon that is spring loaded to shoot out a person. Good choice, Max. Thanks mom and dad for the fun memories. Max still talks about it (and possibly Alexis does too!)!