We had just put the kids in bed (big sigh of relief), I was cleaning up the kitchen when I spotted this sitting on the counter. Conner's magna-doodle note "we are clowns" complete with 5 little faces (I'm assuming for everyone in our family). What a crack-up!
Not too much earlier Scott and I were the audience for a bizarre (and noisy) show of song & dance put on by Conner, Payton, and Anna. Conner was the director of chaos, of course. We just sat there shaking our heads at all the craziness. The kids were definitely on something tonight -- maybe it was something in the chicken McNuggets we had for dinner. Who knows.
We have a list of nicknames we use for the collective bunch when they're tipping the scales toward silly: monkey, goof, clown, turkey. And they love it when we call them any of these. They are definitely a lively bunch, full of energy, happy, and entertaining. Maybe Scott and I need to join their group -- we could be the "Brown Clowns". But apparently Conner has already sketched us into his act. Just as long as I can have a big red nose!