I’m
hoping, like the Pokemon, that this crazy killer clowns phenomena is just a
passing phase. Although, judging by the amount of couples and groups walking
past us multiple times glued to their phones while we were dining at the Town
Basin recently, one would beg to differ if even that is going to end.
But
this clowns thing, whether we try to keep it from our kids or not, they were
always going to find out. It’s been the talk of the playground.
Master
Ten came home the second Monday after the holidays full of it, having heard it
from his mates. Then, catching a glimpse on the news, he, along with his
siblings, was fixated.
Shortly
after, it was the bedtime routine, amid much hysteria regarding killer clowns.
“There’s
one at your window!” exclaimed the boys to their sister as she emerged from the
bathroom wrapped in a towel.
She
scuttled, right, into the lounge, instead of left towards her room, where she
proceeded to stay for the duration of the evening.
“What
are you still doing in your towel? Go put your nightie on,” I said, suddenly
noticing the state of her an hour later.
“I’m
too scared to go down to my room,” she whimpered.
“Oh
for goodness sake, there are no clowns down there – the boys are just being
silly.”
“But
the news said there are clowns killing people – are they in New Zealand?”
“No,
it’s all overseas.”
“Yes,
there was one in Hamilton,” piped up her brother.
And so
it went on. I finally got the kids to bed after ‘de-clowning the house’ but the
conversation continued amongst them for a long time.
The
next morning the hype continued and they went off to school ‘spotting’ clowns
in the gardens and bushes along the way. By that afternoon it was the talk of
the playground and tall stories of bravado were surfacing all around. One of
Master Ten’s mates apparently kicked a clown in the privates while another ran
one down with the car. By mid-week, Ronald McDonald had gone into hiding and
Batman was now on the scene to hunt down the clowns.
But
that was all last week and this week the talk has been on Halloween.
“So,
what do you want to dress up as?” I queried after they asked if they could go
trick or treating.
“Clowns!”
replied the boys. “So then we can hunt down the real clowns.”
“But
what if there’s a Batman who hunts you down?”
Their
mouths dropped open while they contemplated this.
“Oh
yeah,” said Master Ten. “Then I’m gonna be Batman.”
“Me
too,” said little bro.
Needless
to say, the jury’s still out on the trick or treating front this year.