The Clown

My Dad helps out with his school's kindergarten circus by dressing up as a clown every year. This year, on the night of the circus, we had plans to eat with Stephen who had flown in from CA for a couple of days. My Dad couldn't stand the thought of not getting to see Stephen while he was here, so he promised to show up after his act. Well, show up he did...clown outfit and all. Stephen thought it was great, and so did the Mexican restaurant workers. However, I think he disappointed a little girl who thought he was the clown that usually works there on Tuesday nights making animal balloons for patrons. She came and stood in front of him with big eyes, waiting for a balloon. He didn't know what to do, so he said, "Hey, do you want to try on my nose?" Poor girl. She wanted a little weenie dog balloon, and all she got was some sweaty man's red foam nose to try on. Despite that, we had a good time.