Then my whole innocent world came crashing down on the night my dad took my older sister and me to see the movie Poltergeist.
Thanks to that little gem of a film I cannot stand to look at clowns. To be honest, they give me the heebie jeebies and up until I was in my early twenties I slept with a night light and all arms and legs under the covers for fear a clown would come out from under my bed in the middle of the night and bite them off.
I am thirty-seven years old and I still hate clowns.
I hadn't really thought much about the things that I was scared of as a kid until today when Sam came home from school and I presented to him a Sing-A-Ma-Jig I had found on clearance at the grocery store.
Apparently Sing-A-Ma-Jigs come from the ninth circle of hell because Sam looked at it in horror as it sang its sweet little song and the next thing I know he is crying and at attempting to climb the walls to escape from it.
At first I thought it was pretty funny but now I feel like last in place for the Mother of the Year Awards. He is still asking me where the "scary red song toy" went and I have had to assure him no less than twenty-five times in the last half hour that Mama threw it in the dumpster and it will not bother him anymore.
So, anyone else scared the shit outta their kids with a toy lately?
Just me? Awesome.