A Clown Truck Mommy

As we neared the halfway point in our drive to church yesterday, an ambulance casually merged onto the freeway ahead of us.

Suddenly, from the back seat Monkey squealed “look Mommy, it’s a clown truck!”

He was obviously very excited!

The “clown truck” even proceeded to exit when we did causing further excitement.

Monkey: “Look, it’s white and blue.” (it actually was red and yellow as his biggest brother soon informed him)

Monkey (not at all deterred from his previous color bungling): “We need to follow the clown truck to the circus!”

Then when we reached the last turn toward church, it became apparent that the ambulance/clown truck was going straight where we were turning right and Monkey experienced a moment of panic that turned into a conversation just for the twins:

Monkey (gasping in shock): “Where’s the clown truck going?”

Bug: “To hims house.”

Because to Bug, it really is that simple, and to Monkey it really is that dramatic…sums up their personalities pretty well actually .

No amount of explanation that this was not in fact a ‘clown truck’ was going to change his mind.