I am taking Demon Baby to his first circus on Sunday.
He is very excited.
I have told him there will be clowns and elephants. Dogs. Horses. Trapeeze artists. Popcorn and Cracker Jack. Lions and tigers.
And if I wanted a more potent reminder of how fearlessly crazy this kid is, it was when we discussed the lions today.
"We will go into the ring and FIGHT the lions."
"No, Demon Baby, they have lion tamers for that." I held up my hands, leaned in close to his nose, and did a play roar. "ROOOARR!" And then I laughed.
He smiled and said, "No!!! WE FIGHT THEM! It will be fun! It will be great!" (He's very articulate for age 2. He says exactly what he thinks.)
The look of sheer glee at the prospect of fighting the lions was joyous.
And for the thousandth time in this toddler's life, I just shook my head and smiled at his Demon Baby ways.
So Sunday? I suppose we shall be fighting lions.