I took Kali to the Circus a couple weeks ago with some friends. Ahhh, the circus... do I like the circus? The answer is NO. Depending on where you sit all you can smell is animal urine or feces, how do you like that when you're eating your stick of cotton candy? The performers are all dressed like skanky harlots, (Kali came home and told her daddy that the girls where just wearing their panties), and the weird things they do, where the heck do you learn that? There must be some freak University where you learn to hang in the air by a rope around your neck, or run and do tricks on a huge exercise ball. My question is why I care if people can do these things? I will never go to the circus again. I remember as a kid going to the circus, my mom paid our babysitters to take my brother and I to the circus. The only thing I remember is when we were leaving I wanted a snowcone, and Liz wouldn't buy me one. Okay, I know what that sounds like, but my mom gave her money to buy us treats and we got nothing, she just pocketed the money, now do you feel sorry for me? This was a traumatic experience for a 4 year old.
W also went to the farm last weekend and brought our friends the Velardes with us. Kali loves their kids especially Rafael, he's about a year older and they are such good friends. Before the kids went to bed Kali and Rafa decided they wanted to sleep in the same bed. Isn't it so fun to be innocent?
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