Clowns.

For those of you who know me, you know that clowns are not a favorite of mine. I think they are flat-out creepy and don't know why anyone would think a child would enjoy seeing a creepy, painted face. I often say that I don't know that Dar and I would be married today if I had known in the beginning that his career aspiration when he was young was to be a clown.

I also don't know if I would have signed Abe up for this particular preschool if I had known they have an ENTIRE week dedicated to the circus. Yes, you can guess that clowns were the primary focus of the week. Abe even brought home a paper encouraging him to dress like a clown for class last Wednesday. Dar was "conveniently" out of town, so the task of turning Abe into what I fear fell on me. I sucked it up, tried to make him see as un-scary-clowny as possible, and here are the results. Not bad, if I do say so myself. But the make-up is creepy.


And this is my un-scary, 6-month-old, green-haired "clown."