The Greatest Show on Earth

We took the boys to the circus today. I assumed they would be mesmerized by the lights, action, colors, entertainment, clowns, animals, etc. And at two-tanks-of-gas for tickets (that's how we gage our purchases these days), I assumed it would be a guarantee. No, no! We did not even get to the high-wire act when Henry says, "Well, I guess I'm ready to go. Why don't we come back tomorrow and watch the rest?" We had not yet seen the tigers, the elephants, the human cannon, not to mention spending one-tank-of-gas on the little plastic, glowing swords that would later come back to haunt the woman and her three children sitting in front of us. Did he not get what the "Greatest Show on Earth" means? Well, after assuring him that the man at the counter would confiscate any glowing toys from children that did not stay to see the human cannon (the last act), we did make it to the end of the show. They left acting as if it was the most exciting thing they had ever been to and were glad that we did not leave (and that the swords were going home with us). Which by the way, came with a two year guarantee that they would continue to glow... Yeah, right!