We also looked for monsters in the trees and I told him pine cones were monster fingers. I pulled one off and it freaked him out.
I thought about clowns. Wouldn't it be awful if every time a rock hit the water at the bottom of a sewer a clown popped out to greet you? I don't think I'd like that. It reminds me of Charlie's idea of dressing as a clown and running across the highways in Kansas. All that corn and road for miles and miles, then suddenly a random clown leaping across the median. It would be quirky indeed. Something to remember for life.
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