Magic and Muffins

On Saturday we took little e to a magic show at Darling Harbour, with E's dad. It was a fun day. Gotta say, the magic was a little bit on the lame side though. I kept trying to just enjoy it, but kept reverting to thinking about the magician and his lovely lady assistants. Mate, you chose a strange vocation. Is this really what you want to do? And you three young girls-- how did you get tangled up with this guy? Did you lose interest in the engineering degree you started?

The guy was funny. Funny strange rather than funny ha-ha. He was kinda camp, from the Micheal Flatly, David Copperfield sort of school of blokes. After every trick he'd do a flouncy move with his hand and say 'Eeeeyaaargghh!!' His Mum had told him he was fantastic and he'd believed the hype. She'd said he had pizazz and charisma, and he said, 'Mum, right you are. I'm gonna make mmmaagiccc!!'

Eeeyaarrggh!

After five minutes Little e was fairly non-plussed and wasn't that keen to sit still, so I took her outside for the last half, where we hung out with the other families who had gotten sick of it.

A nice lady I was talking to offered little e some chocolate muffin, and I accepted. Then I started briefly panicking. She looks like a nice lady.. she does have four kids.. but what if it's all a guise? Maybe there is some foul play here and that chocolate muffin is no ordinary chocolate muffin...is that really icing sugar..or...anthrax?!

Sometimes you just have to take people at face value. Except for magicians.

ps- Eeyyaargh!