We met up at an Italian restaurant for dinner before the show. After getting children sat, diaper bags stashed, and car seats corralled we sat down to a loud, not entirely relaxing, but fun nonetheless, dinner. When our food finally came, the kids dove into their spaghetti and meatballs, maybe not the neatest option, and settled down long enough for us to eat our own meals. At one point Christian looked over at me and said "I'm happy." Awesome. Then we bundled everyone up and headed to the show.
We went to the same show last year, with the same friends, but none of the kids remembered it. This year they immediately seemed more interested. Especially Christian. Every time the magician asked for a volunteer, Christian threw both arms up in the air, and if enthusiasm alone could make him walk, I think he would have ran onto the stage. He laughed at the jokes, clapped after the tricks, and smiled the whole time.
At the intermission it was already bed time so we broke the news to the kids, which was met with expected protests, but we managed to get everyone out into the cold night air. Tearful goodbyes were said, and we headed home.
As we were getting the kids ready for bed, we talked about the show and which parts they liked the best. Then, just as Nick was about to read the kids their bed time books, Tessie the Magnificent put on her very own magic show. While we tried to suppress our laughter, she picked up toys in Christian’s room and made them “disappear” by counting to three and then throwing them into the hallway. Then she would run out, retrieve the toy, and produce it over her head, to our applause. I think there were at least four acts before we had to convince the magician that it really was time for books. Christian wasn’t as impressed with his sister, but I thought it was the most beautiful routine of the night.
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