So, this is what I looked like this weekend.
It came about because I had agreed to do face painting for an event at Yohannes’s office. The day before this event, Yohannes said, “Hey, do you want to be a clown, too?”
This is not quite as bizarre a question as it might first seem. You see, of the many things I have gotten from my mother (like taste for cilantro, and my aversion to leaving the house) dressing up as a clown in one of them. But I didn’t have time to drive all the way to her house to pick up the clothes and makeup, so I decided to just buy a cheap costume the morning of the event.
This, as you might have guessed, was a mistake. I grabbed the first (and cheapest) makeup I could find, and let’s just say the results were a little more “scary clown” than I was going for. It reminded me of this card my friend Heidi got for my friend Matt. Twice.
Despite the bad makeup job, most of the kids were happy to have a clown paint their face. Lily was not one of those kids.
She refused to make eye contact with me through the entire event, and only let me hold her after about two hours of coaxing. But once I was back to my normal self, the whole family enjoyed playing clown, including Lily.
Nati: “Mom, today can we go to the hottest planet ever so I can see how scary it is with its thunder and lightning?”
Me: “Sorry, honey. We can’t really go to other planets yet. Our spaceships aren’t good enough.”
Nati: “Forget it!”
Oh, wait. Did I forget this picture?