September 19, 2010
Last week Argy, Bargy and I visited the circus. It was a lovely evening - if a little ambitious as a pre-schooler outing. Still the free tickets we'd been given seemed to outweigh the 9:30pm finish.
It was the boys' first visit to a circus and they were transfixed by the music and lights. They ooohed and aaahhed and applauded wildly as we watched clowns, dancers, acrobat and magicians.
Not surprisingly the illusions were a particular hit. There were gasps of awe as things appeared and disappeared. (Though I am a little concerned: do the boys now suppose that if they set fire to a box and throw a cloth over it, that 30 seconds later two attractive ladies in sparkly swimsuits will jump out?)
My favourite part, on the other hand, was the acrobatics.
Chiefly for the fact that Bargy kept turning to me and whispering Mum, can you do that too? I loved his unswerving - yet misplaced - confidence in my physical ability. Of course if you know me in person, you will vouch for the fact that I am far more Rubber Lady than Circus Acrobat.