Circus Amok

Last week we ventured to Williamsburg to view the zany Circus Amok. Spearheaded by a naturally bearded woman, the cast is refreshingly real and embraces the offbeat nature of the original traveling circuses. Eye candy for the kids and mortgage meltdown plots for the parents, P and I were thrilled, thrilled, thrilled.

As getting to WillyB practically requires a heli-pad (ok, fine, or a Car:) P and I prefer to walk one of the two bridges that separate us from our past digs. He barely remembered this bridge from before and was So Excited (in his very, understated, I'm too cool to smile until I positively have to Whoop with Joy, sorta way) that the subway ran Right past us on the bridge. As the wind was rough up there, despite the warm weather, he was even more excited when we reached the downhill part of the excursion and started zooming towards lower ground. (Great learning opportunity for weather and wind lessons...)



The circus contained all of P's favorite hits: juggling, stilt walking, knife catching, men in dresses, live music, a tight rope walker, flips and a magic hat trick. Seriously. The kid asked every day for a week if we could go again. We had just read the Wizard of Oz and a main character was a very loosely interpreted Dorothy, making P feel like an insider from the start. Even better, he was slated to start his first acrobatics class the following week and I can think of no better inspiration to enter a classroom atmosphere :)



As the show unfolded and sparkly dancers entered on stilts, P was in a frenzy to remove BB from his bag. He then shouted unintelligible excitements at him and held him high so they could both see. Eventually his arms grew tired and he plopped Baby Brother onto his shoulders :)



The tight rope walker (named Harry Potter and therefore who P thinks Harry Potter really is (having never even heard of the books or movies) had a wizard's hat. A hat that he somehow managed to pull a 6 foot stick out of, little by little. You can only imagine how often P has tried to get his pointy princess hat to produce something, anything, since then. He's tried hand movements, magic chants, you name it. A week later, when he finally asked me How did Harry Potter do this magic, I wondered aloud if the stick had been collapsible. Perhaps. What did P think? No,no,nonono. It was Magic :) And the whole circus was, really.