We’re going to the circus this afternoon.
What does that mean? That’s something good, right?
Our little girl is terrified of clowns.
This is going to be like saying, “You like snakes, right? There’s a big pit full of snakes!! Let’s jump in !!”
It should be fun.
I suspect she’ll get over her irrational fear of clowns when they all converge on the crying child.
When she sees all the grownups with creepy makeup, she’ll get over her fear of clowns.
Who’s afraid of a clown, anyway?
Maybe going to the circus is a “right of passage”? Maybe it’s something that every child should go through….where they can face their fears and realize, once and for all, that maybe something bad doesn’t happen every time that you’re surrounded by creepy weirdness.
It’s that “every time” part of the statement that gets you through life.
“Never” would be pretty unrealistic….but “every time”….well….you can work with that.
I’m going to have to hold on to Sparrow when the creeps pile out of that little car.
It should be interesting.
Going to the circus….WITH FREE TICKETS!!
I hope these kids enjoy what we’re doing for them.