Mark-O rode his invisible bicycle into the kitchen and squeezed his bi red nose. HONK! HONK!
Dad looked up from the papaer he had been reading "Why hello, Mark-O! How are you this morning?" He acted as if their was nothing unusual about his son coming to breakfast as a clown riding an invisible bicycle.
Mom turned from the breakfast she was cooking. "I see you finally mastered the invisible bicycle." Like her husband she acted like there was nothing unusual-as far as they both knew, their children were born clowns.
Mark-O giggled this was too good to be true. "Transform or Dare!" he shouted at both of them.