We went to the Big Apple Circus two days ago.
The best part, hands down, was the way the kids watched.
Ah, parenthood.
Incidentally, the kid next to Madge (not Coco) was whooping by the middle of the first half of the show and near tears and paroxysms by the second half, by which time I had given him some napkins to help with the spilled ketchup from his jumbo hot dog. All around, a great experience.
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I can remember a little boy, by the name of Philipp, who wouldn't go to a circus because he was afraid of clowns. Maybe you still are if you only watched your kids. HA HA
Mama
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