January 12, 2008...9:20 pm

I shall call you…

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Monsieur Henri, the pathetic clown.

This, my friends, is the newest addition to the Tired House.  Believe it or not, this dilapidated old piggy bank was a Christmas gift from my mother in law.  She often wraps up things around the house to give as gifts and this year, I’m gonna say we really hit the jack pot. What kid doesn’t like a clown?  I mean, they are funny and make us laugh, right?  Or are they just plain creepy and give us nightmares?

So the story goes like this.  The day after Christmas we went to visit the in-laws and eat our traditional dinner of pizza and chicken fingers.  When it was time for the kids to open their gifts, she gathered them around her in a huddle and placed a large, wrapped box directly in front of her.  Then, she proceeded to tell them that college is very expensive.  Next, she told them that college was very important.

Are you with me?  Am I going too fast?

Ok, so after the rah rah speech about going to college, she produced Henri from the box.  The children were elated, confused about this dirty, worn out clown.  Mother in law explained that it was actually a piggy bank and gave them a crash course in Finance 101 and then passed around ten dollar bills.  She also informed us that Henri once belonged to Father in law, which made me relieved that she hadn’t just gotten him at the landfill.

After cramming the too big bills into the tiny slit on the back of his head, the children moved onto their other Christmas gifts and I spent the rest of the afternoon devising a plan for losing Henri.

Alas, here he sits at my desk, just staring at me.  And staring.  And staring.

I think I will bust him open and go buy some new shoes.

Welcome to the family.

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