Okay, Amber... this one's for you. It didn't happen this week. Not even this year! But the toothpaste story triggered this memory... and I thought it was oh-so-funny.
This little man was about 3 yrs old. We lived in Texas and we were in a department store. Suddenly, I hear his little voice, sooo excited, yelling, "MOMMY!MOMMY!MOMMY!" and then, "MOMMY!A CLOWN! A CLOWN,MOMMY, A CLOWN!" I walked around the clothing rack to see sweet Austin, with the biggest, brightest, most amazing smile - the kind where his eyebrows are lifted into huge arcs? - and pointing. My gaze followed his little fat finger's point right up into the surprised expression of an innocent old lady... an old lady with wiry, grown-out, died yellow frizzy hair; blue eye shadow to HER brows; and rainbow-striped pants.
I am so sorry, clown lady.