Clown Camp Recap

Clown Camp was a big hit at the Dunbar house. Phoebe has announced that as she is eligable to attend Clown Camp every year until 6th grade, she intends so to do. I thought that was a mighty big commitment to make the summer before second grade, but who am I to stand in her way?

The clowns performed at a daycare center & a nursing home. Half the show consisted of classic skits that they were taught by their instructor, but the other half -- delightfully -- the kids made up themselves. They made no sense whatsoever. We could only tell the skit was over because the clowns wandered off stage. Phoebe was in a skit she helped "write" that cosisted of hiding under a table cloth honking an "ah-oooga" horn and then being chased. Mo's orignal skit was simply boy clowns with guns. Mo's perferred gun rest? In his mouth, of course. He sat up on stage looking as though he were about to gleefully off himself with a pistol.

Perhaps I'm a bad mother, but the funniest part of the whole thing was when Mo got his feelings hurt and sat there in his full clown get-up and cried big fat clown tears. Of course I stuck a camera in his face to document the moment, runny make-up and all.

Oliver, bless his heart, was too young for Clown Camp. He did, however, get a toy race car from the thrift store....I'm not sure that makes up for it, but it helped.