Dave and I took Zane to the circus on Saturday. It was a small affair, but the acts were skillful and performed as if the circus was in a big city with tens of thousands of onlookers, rather than the small crowd our home town was able to supply.
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- Front row seats at the circus.
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- “Can I ride the pony, Grandpa, can I, can I?” At the ticket booth.
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- “Is it too late to change my mind about the pony ride?”
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- Clowns were somehow funnier when I was Zane’s age.
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- It can’t be a circus without lions, tigers …
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- … and elephants.
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- My favorite act: he is balancing on four wine bottles.
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- Amazing! How can he do that?
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- He is adding even more chairs … I can’t look!
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- If the cotton candy and popcorn is all gone, it must be time to go home.
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