No Clown This Year
I had hired a clown the year that Jenna turned three. Her first birthday party with friends – one redhead, five blondes, and Jenna with her dark hair. The clown’s name was Wheeler. Two of my boys told me that I should hire my brother-in-law, Bill – who was actually not my brother-in-law at the time. His wife, Annaleigh had some serious health issues and she would be a priority to whatever party plans I might have made. At the time, I wasn’t aware that he really was trying to get gigs as a professional clown. So on Jenna’s 6 th and 9 th birthday, we had Rocko come entertain the troops. It was on her 9 th birthday that I realized she had had a clown at her party every three years. I jokingly asked, “ Will you have a clown at your party when you turn 12 and 15?” She said if it were possible, she would have had...