So the girl-child and I are wrapping Christmas presents this afternoon. She picks out the paper with the nostalgic scene of children peering in through the toy store window while it's snowing outside. I fold the paper around the box, she tapes it, then she looks again and says, "Ewwww, why do we have this paper???"
"Huh?" says I. "What's wrong with it."
her: "That clown is scary."
me (nervously, because all clowns are pretty much Pennywise to me): "Clown? What clown?"
She points. I look. Sure enough, there's a clown just inside the toy store window in the wrapping paper scene. What's more, all the little children clustered outside seem to be gazing in hypnotized rapture at this red-and-white-painted evil.
"Funny," says me. "I never noticed that before."
her: "Oh my God, it's hovering!"
I look again. And hell's donkeys if the damn thing isn't indeed hovering in mid-air.
me: "Oh my God, you're right! It's hovering! And smiling!"
her, wringing her hands: "Why's it hovering and smiling???"
me: "Maybe it's a vampire clown."
her: "Oooooh, nooooooo!"
me: "And it has all the kids enthralled!"
her: "Oh my God, there's a vampire clown on the wrapping paper!"
me: "A levitating vampire clown."
both of us together: "OF DOOM!"
Because everything's funnier with a little doom *g*
I'm thinking there HAS to be a manlove story in there someplace O_O
**creepy-hot visions of gorgeous gay vampires dressed up as clowns**
Scary Christmas, everyone!!!