It’s late. We’re piling into the car after a long afternoon and evening at the circus. The girls are rarely up this late, but excitement is keeping them going, little eyes shining bright in the dark.
“My favorite part was the chocolate covered pretzels.” C declares from the back seat.
“Oh yeah? Not the tigers? Or the elephants?”
“Oh. Yeah! Those were neat! I also liked the dancers! In the pretty tutus!”
“I liked the dogs. Those were funny.” I interject.
“Yeah! The dogs! I liked when the dogs jumped.”
“How about you baby? Did you like the circus?”
Little L’s bright eyes are closing. They flutter a bit and she replies, speaking around her pacifier.
“Tiger goes RAWR!”
Moments later both girls are fast asleep, a hint of smiles visible around their pacifiers as we head home and the circus disappears behind us.