So at dinner tonight I was telling The Husband about something Jef said at the clown workshop today and My Kid piped up: ”Is that the Jeff, who is a clown, that was throwing beer into his mouth when I was with the babysitter?”
“No, it’s not that Jef it’s a different Jeff clown that I know.”
“That’s too many Jeffs.”
“You know, I have a cousin named Jeff too!”
I think this exchange is really funny–possibly because there are very few people who know exactly which 4 clowns I am referring to.
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