Well before it was cool and people wrote best-selling books about it, I was a pretty old-fashioned mama. Old-fashioned in the sense that I believe that kids should play outside, running around powered by their imaginations and a few sticks. I have largely avoided the over-scheduling of my son's childhood and I am proud of that fact.
It was in this spirit of good old-fashioned fun that JT and I headed off to the Ringling Brothers Circus this afternoon. Though it was in a modern arena and there was plenty of the modern crap that such arenas feature, the circus remains an amazing assortment of performances that are wondrous when seen from the eyes of an 8 year old. The acrobats and the tightrope climber; the tigers and the trained elephants ; the silly clowns blowing bubbles.....all of it was perfect for an 8 year old, bringing a steady vocabulary of oohs and ahhs.
The cotton candy probably helped.