Why are children's' toys inherently creepy? Last night, as we settled down for a nights rest and I was just on the verge of sleep. There was this high, mechanical "ha ha ha ha he he he he" that floated through the room causing my bladder to immediately hit the emergency evacuate button. Seems that there is this toy that we picked up for Maja that for no reason decided to start menacing us with it's little evil clowniness. After the third time Aga threw it in the closet. It should have made things better, but as we all know, there is quite simply nothing more terrifying than a laughing clown in the closet.
Until next time...
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