Our son is a magician. He waves a playing card at you (He doesn't know that they're for anything other than a magic act. Our household's weird), sticks it behind him and shows you his empty hands, "Tada!" He also makes quarters disappear by sticking them down his shirt. "¡Magia, Papá!"
Seriously, though if it's weird to be a clown's wife, how excruciatingly strange is it that my son sees all this weirdness as normality?
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