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Monday, February 28, 2005
Benny Sees The Circus
Last night we went to Ringling Brothers Circus. Let me just say that circus tickets are expensive. Knowing this, I assumed that I would have plenty of time to buy tickets. Wrong again. The circus is so much fun that a kid has to be brain dead to fail to enjoy it. By the time I eventually got around to going online for tickets, the only ones available were in peanut heaven or at the final performance. We chose the final performance in order to have ring side seats. From the moment we walked into the arena, Benny slipped into a circus coma. He stared in round-eyed awe. At intermission, he came up for air and noticing confetti from the confetti canon, began to collect it in handsful. These he entrusted to me because I had a large bag. I was a good sport and crammed it all into the bag. After collecting plenty of the stuff, he picked up one more little piece of paper, solemnly handed it to me, and said, "This is for at your house, Ahno." Presumably for my nonexistent museum of stuff from happy times. That was one funny Bennyism.
Getting into the van after the show, Benny earnestly piped up, "Mom, wasn't I a good boy at the circus? Was I good enough to stop for ice cream? Was I, Dad? Ahno, tell Mom I was good." Funny Bennyism number two. I had a hard time not laughing. Like he distinguished himself from all the other little boys at the circus who were awful, and by a great effort he behaved in spite of being bored to tears. Needless to say, we stopped for ice cream.
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