Saturday, September 18, 2010

Circus

The circus was in town, which of course meant that Zoe had to go. It was quite small, but the upside was that the furthest you could get from the ring was about three feet.


It was the usual stuff: animals

juggling

and trapeze.
Dramatic songs accompanied the performers at all their entrances. This backfired a bit before the trapeze show, when the music started thumping, the curtains parted, and a woman appeared with a ... shovel? She then scooped up the poo from the show horse as discretely and ceremoniously as possible before exiting the ring.

Zoe requested a big purple balloon

on call all weekend

booo

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