bippity, boppity, BOO! {the witches}

we've been waiting for 3 weeks to eat breakfast with the witches at gardner village.
a private date with just brennan and me.
i carried him in b/c he was scared the witches might be real,
even though i told him they were not.
we ate pancakes and drank orange juice.
and hot chocolate.
which he spilled on my arm in a fit of excitement when the witches were singing on stage.
he hid from the witches when they would come up close to our table.
bury his head into my lap.
clap for them when they were far away,
and checked with me four times that i was staying with him and that the witches weren't real.
he spent the show clapping, smiling, laughing at their jokes, and finding the witches on his flier that matched the witches there today.
kept pointing to them like they were celebrities he'd only seen on tv or in a magazine.
and refused to take any pictures with the witches at the end.
i love that kid.
and our little private breakfast date.
with the witches:)

now i get why everyone says you should take your kids alone one on one sometimes.
magic.