Right, so here's the deal. I have this sick twisted fear of clowns. When I was younger, it was just one of the many many things that made me unique *cough*weird*cough*, but nowadays it seems there are many who share my phobia.
Shawn is not one of those people. In fact, he relishes in freaking me out whenever possible, often going to lengths to catch me off guard. His latest tactic? Our love child, of course.
He has taught Ryan how to make the exact same scary-ass clown face that he makes, and now she is an expert. Her eyes go all vacant, head tilted to one side, big creepy smile plastered across her face.
It's enough to make me choke on my lunch and send Diet Dr Pepper shooting out my nose.
So congrats, Shawn. You have bested me this time, but the war is not yet over. Sleeep with one eye open, my friend, the gauntlet has been thrown...
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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Teach her a new funny face - say something like, hey check this out... and then make a silly face. She will forget all about the old one.
Yes, I think you are right. Something must be done -- not just to Shawn, but to her as well. Just now she asked me to pull her finger. I said it's not nice for little ladies to play that fart joke. She said, "I'm not going to fart, Mommy! When you pull my finger I'm going to make the face!"
And then she did.
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