Clowns Are Everywhere

Day #23 of 31 Days of Storytelling

My husband does NOT like clowns.

At all.

I won't say he is afraid of them.

I would say he doesn't trust them.

He always questions the presence of a clown.

Like, did someone really hire them for this festival?

Or did they just show up?

That kind of thing.

And we won't even get into Stephen King's book.

I might have a nightmare tonight.

That's an entirely different level of not trusting clowns.

Recently, we have encountered several clowns.

Unexpectedly.

Everyone that knows Monte knows of his "clown thing" so usually a big deal is made of one being around.

A few weeks ago we went to my daughter's school festival.

We have been going to this festival for 8 years and never encountered a clown.

Get this, it is called CLOWN AROUND.

Isn't that ironic?

Don't cha think?

Well, this year, we stepped inside to find 
this monstrosity waiting for us.

He looks angry. And like he is pointing. At Monte.

Ellie and her friends posed with
Creepy Giant Clown.

Then the next week we had a Harvest Fest at church (yes, the very one where Monte whacked the hangy-down thing on my car with the hunk of wood).

There were members of our youth group painting faces.

Ellie wanted hers painted.

At first, it looked like they were going to paint a "make-up" look on her.

Which would have scared Monte plenty.

Yes, that is a Gator head on her face.

Then things quickly got out of hand.

Oh my. At least she didn't make her a sad clown.

Not staged at all.

Then when we were in church the VERY next day, we watched a promo video for the Samaritan's Purse ministry (yes, the same one that featured Scotty McCreery) and

BOOM

there was a clown in a boat 

rowing 

a bunch of the Samaritan's Purse shoe boxes on some body of water.

Everyone turned to look at Monte.

Or just pointed and laughed.

He looked at the screen and whispered,

"Why was the clown in a boat?"

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.