One of these things is not like the others;
One of these things just doesn't belong...
That is totally what my first thought was after I got over the willies of seeing a new wall display of clowns crafted by Gracie's daycare class.
Look at the picture. They are all basically the same except for one. All but one have smiles on their faces. One clown is a sad clown.
Guess who's daughter made the sad clown? Yep. Right here.
Her teacher said Gracie was very upset that she didn't get the mouth right, that hers was different. I tend to think it is her way of telling me that she doesn't like clowns either, without having to put me through the trauma of seeing one in person.