So the old one is afraid of clowns. At 16 years old. Not anything really scary, like vampires, pit bulls, and fat men. Clowns. And spiders, but mostly clowns.
I think it started when we used to live on the fourth of July parade route. The different performers and such would line up our block and wait until their turn to get into their spot in line. One year the clowns waited on our street and lawn. I thought they were cute. Really. Cute. So, I packed up the old one and the middle one (the boy wasn't even born yet!) and we went outside. By the cute clowns.
The clowns really didn't talk, but as the old one stared at them, one stuck out his tongue at her. She looked at me horrified and said " MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY. IT HAS A HUMAN TONGUE". The clown and I laughed so hard, I nearly wet my pants. (that will be a common theme)
She has never really liked clowns ever since. HMMM. I could use this in the future. Could be fun. (for me) But it really comes down to saving for her college, or her therapy.
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