" I wanna be a clown." You replied. Even as a little kid you loved clowns, and you were dying to be as clowny as possibile. "Ok, but which kind of clown do you wanna be sweetie, There's the straightman White face. The goofy Auguste. the happy go lucky hobo. The joyful Harliquin. " She suggested, pulling out some sheets with clown painted faces. You awe in excitement. "And of course you can always create your own, new kind of clown." She offered with a joyful grin.
"I wanna be...."