I don't think there's much in the world that can equal the face of a child at his first circus. We left home in plenty of time, but had to come back for my ID so we could park in a handicapped parking area, so we ultimately arrived just before the performance started. The staff member who showed us to our seats took us to the wrong section intially, and we ended up needing to move to our correct seats at the intermission. Otherwise, the whole evening was wonderful. Dylan laughed and tried to look everywhere at once. His stock comment? "Oooooooh!" The one thing he did not do that I half expected was cry. He jumped once, when a loud blast (part of the performance, not to worry) went off, but then again, so did I. The biggest hits, as far as he was concerned, seemed to be the elephants and the ponies. He's just like his grammy in loving elephants. Jay even bought him a stuffed pink baby elephant of his own.

Some of the confetti that was fired from a cannon during the performance landed on Dylan, and was promptly kept as a souvenir along with one of our tickets. His mother got the other ticket, plus a silly clown hat that came with cotton candy. What with all the excitement (and the fact that he napped coming and going), he didn't get to seep until well after midnight. No matter; he was still up at 7 AM with his normal cheerful smiles.

Dylan likes cotton candy (who doesn't?), but he absolutely sparkles when I offer him a peanut M & M. He knows I keep a covered plastic jar of them on my desk, and it never fails that he will come "ask" for M&Ms.