Why do I feel the need to enforce a rule so ridiculous that every time the words leave my mouth I want to duck tape my lips shut?? "Sit still please."
We had a wonderful evening a the Big Apple Circus last night in Boston. My daughter LOVES the city and anything about it, so wandering around Fanueil Hall was like a dream for her and the noises, smells and rushing people fed into her excitement. We just don't make it in town enough so it was a great treat.
My son, on the other hand, is phased by nothing...except retractable chairs, apparently. At the circus they had those lovely seats that flip up when you don't sit on them and are all attached to each other, so say if a 3 year old were to repeatedly flip his chair up and down, it would shake the whole row. You see what I'm getting at?
Well, in my obsessed, control-freak sort of way, I just envisioned an evening where my two children would sit at the circus mesmorized by the acrobats, clowns and dancing dogs and not move off their seat. I must remember, those evenings only happen on the commercials that promote the circus. In real life, chair flipping is far more exciting to a 3 year old boy!