Chapter 32
Oh, the excitement and thrills of a circus! We were entertained in grand style this past weekend. We held our breath as we watched the swinging trapeze artists and held our aching sides from laughing at the antics of the silly clowns. It was indeed a fine show!
I must admit I heaved a few sighs of relief as I watched the gleam in the kids’ eyes when the various acts were presented.
Amy looked at those dazzling costumes aglow with glitter and sequins and visions were clear to me of how she would “copy” the styles when she “played circus” at home.
Poor Ole Bit and Tinker can sure enough rejoice that they are ugly, little, short-haired dogs!
Because they might have been forced to donate their fluffy white tails to gorgeous head gear if they’d been Spitz!
! As it is her winter toboggan complete with newspaper streamers and a great deal of imagination will have to “make do.”
As of yet neither of the girls have thought about using their bedspreads to drape around their bodies so they could swirl and twirl like the flashy decked out beauties who calypsoed!
But give them time! Someday when my nerves are stretched to the end, they will appear in the living room with their bikinis on and draped in the bedspreads to which glitter and GLUE have been applied.
And I will be EXPECTED to clap and beg for an encore.
How do I know? Because they’ve been spending a lot of QUIET time in their bedroom—practicing, no doubt.
When the flying trapeze artists were doing their stunts, Ginny got so engrossed that she had her arms out flying like they did—while sitting in her seat!
Right then and there I decided there’d be no swing sets in our backyard, and I HID everything she might use to climb to the lowest tree limbs—or to the clothesline where she MIGHT try to do a simple little triple backward flip on the high wire! !
I’ve also hid EVERYTHING that could possibly be used for clown makeup—mustard, catsup, white and black shoe polish, etc.
And so, you think I’m destroying my poor babies’ creativity, do you?
Well, now, like everything else, it’s all a matter of how you look at the situation and how you study it.
It’s their creativity or MY sanity!! So, I win!
! I’m just grateful there wasn’t one of those fantastic people who dive off eighty-foot-high boards into dishpans of water.
Because we do have a wading pool and there IS rain spouting to climb the roof!
! And the boys in the white jackets WOULD have to come get me for sure then! !