It's not a far stretch to envision the circus life in our living room. Most days, it goes without saying with nary a prop. This week however, Benjamin has taken it to all new levels as master of ceremonies under our parachute big top. He goes around singing, "Circus man (clown) came to town, wearing circles all around/There were circles on his head and circles on his toes/He wears circles wherever he goes. (In case you're wondering, sing this to the tune of "This Old Man"). At our circus, the elephants dance and the clowns perform which includes throwing lots of little plastic balls as far as we can and when we're lucky they land on the top of the circus tent and roll back down. That's very giggly fun. Our current audience is seated on a cushy bench and includes three dinosaurs, a duck, a bear, a stuffed "Towmater" truck, a bumblebee and of course several "pup-pup" dogs. Today Zorro the magician also amazed us with his disappearing coin trick. Please stop by for some of that abracadabra! And don't forgot to buy your popcorn. Five cents! We have the best deal in town!
Isaac, of course, continues to relish in his lion act by chasing us around with his deep, throaty roars. It's not necessarily an empty threat either--I learned that one day with yelps and consternation when he zeroed in on my big toe and gave it a good bite. It really hurt. I'm not sure that even with the circus in town we've come any closer to taming his beast, but he tempers all of this with contagious deep belly guffaws and exuberant, generally slobbery kisses. Benjamin often avoids these loving overtures as much as I avoid big toe bites.
Gotta run. I've been informed that Isaac "has mess on his face, NeeMom!" and is headed towards a couch near me!
