Keeping her away from the clown

Today I took Lyla to the Children's Museum.




In this last picture, Lyla was ready to go, and she was certain that Mama was on the other side of the emergency exit.

"Uh, Mama's at home, kiddo."

"Mama. Mama!"

"We can't go through the--"

"Mama!"

So we left. On the way to the Children's Museum parking ramp, you pass a McDonald's in the skyway. There's a bench on which you can pose next to a Ronald McDonald statue. It scares the shit out of me.

I'm not one of those weirdos who pretends to be scared of clowns because that's the fashionable thing to be scared of.

"But I'm seriously freaked out by clowns."

Sure you are.

What freaks me out is--well, put it this way. Here's a list of random people that Lyla doesn't know. If she saw any of these people walking down the street, it wouldn't faze her even slightly.

- Barack Obama
- Wonder Woman
- Albert Einstein
- Gandhi
- Oprah
- Mother Teresa
- Jesus

So it's very important that we shelter her from Ronald McDonald a wee bit longer.