Mine mine mine, all mine: The circus!

Unlike last year's trip to the circus, there was no mid-show nap this time around.

There were still a lot of inappropriate comments from my husband about the trapeze artists and female contortionists, but I told him he could go ahead and run off to join the circus because they always needed people to scoop up elephant poop. And you know the elephant poop scoopers aren't getting all the hot girls.

Here we are down on the floor at the pre-show, with friends Kelly and Alex.

Drew especially enjoyed getting to try on the circus costumes.

As you can tell, he was madly in love with himself.

This hunched-over crouch was Drew's idea of sitting down in his seat and acting like a big boy.

Fortunately, the person behind us also had a young boy about Drew's age, who also refused to allow his bottom to touch the seat, so he wasn't blocking anybody's view.

On the other hand, Alex sat rather calmly in his mom's lap pretty much the whole time. I like the "Mom, sheesh, quit huggin me" look on his face here. Boys.

And, of course, it's not a circus until you feed your child big wads of sticky colored sugar at $12 a bag. Next year, we're bringing our own cotton candy, which we can buy at the corner store for a buck.

When asked to tell us about their favorite part of the circus, both boys responded the same...

The elephants! Whenever the elephants left the stage, they both asked repeatedly, "When the 'efelants' coming back?"

The tigers also sparked a bit of interest...until we told them that the elephants weren't coming back because the tigers ate them.

No we didn't. What kind of parents do you think we are? Seriously.

And here we are leaving the circus; both Kelly and I looking very happy that we managed to escape without having to spend $20 on a light-up glowy toy that would break as soon as we got it home. Notice the dazed look on Alex and Drew's faces; sensory overload, you think?