Internet, meet Lucy’s Uncle Marky.

Uncle Marky is Eric’s brother. He’s also the brother I never had, so in the past almost eight years I’ve known him we’ve mutually (and joyfully) annoyed each other at every occasion. This usually involves mock glaring wars over milk, noogies and poking. Also, I call him Stinky. I can’t remember why now, but that is his name in my vocabulary.

He adores Lucy. Like more than I ever imagined he would. He and his wife, Jenni, have matching World’s Best Aunt and Uncle t-shirts.

It’s because of this love that I am teaching Lucy how to sign "Uncle Stinky." It’s also why I bought Mark this hideous clown door knob cover at a craft sale a few weeks ago. Clowns freak him out.

Mysteriously, the clown turned up inside my hall closet after Uncle Stinky came to visit the other weekend. It actually fell off the handle and hit me on the head in the dark as I was reaching inside to get toilet paper. This scared the shit out of me and I almost needed the TP right then and there.

So, Internet, I need your help. I need to get the clown back to Uncle Stinky in a way that will totally blow his mind in fear and incredulity (see image, left). Do I mail it? Send a clown-o-gram? Duct tape it to the inside of the toilet lid at his house next time we’re there? Wrap it in a diaper and leave it in his car?

Send me your suggestions!

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3. Why it is GREAT being Auntie Jenni and Uncle Mark
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