The other day Dale and I went to Savers to get some stuff for our upcoming Halloween party. He needed a jacket for his costume, I needed a dress for mine, and we wanted to poke around for sheer curtains and candelabras and such. While we were there we found a very creepy clown doll. Hannah, like so many people, is freaked out by clowns and when Dale picked up the doll I said we had to buy it. We schemed the whole way home about where we could hide it to best scare the crap out of her.
We’re good parents. Really.
Anyway, Sunday afternoon we had friends over to watch the Pats game (sigh) and while they were here we called Hannah downstairs to empty the dishwasher and Dale went up to her room and stuck the clown in her bed. She went back upstairs and, while Dale claims her heard her scream, she says she didn’t and I didn’t hear a thing. She did come back downstairs, though, and she was pretty rattled and kind of angry. Also, she didn’t have the doll in her hands because, well, she was afraid to touch it. Mission accomplished.
My plan was to then put the doll away and maybe use it as a prop at our Halloween party. There’s just one problem.
A certain cat is completely enamored of this doll.
He sits with it, he puts his little kitty arms around it, he snuggles up to it, he purrs and gazes at it adoringly. It’s downright creepy, I tell you. But I’m not going to get rid of something that my little guy loves so much.
Payback really is a bitch.