After tearful goodbyes at 2 a.m. Monday, Brian's plane was canceled, due to heavy rain and flash flood warnings in Chicago. He returned home. We took him back last night. Just as we walked him to his gate, his plane was canceled, and rescheduled for this afternoon. We brought him home again. Another goodbye this morning, and he's on his way, to try for a 3rd time.
OK with me; I got a few more hours with him, and, as usual, a few more laughs. On the way home from O'Hare last night, he found a clown nose in the car (don't ask) and put it on. "Oh! Let me take your picture!"
He did it! Oh, boy, he's playing along, I'm going to take it and run with it! "Now, show me your sad clown face!"
"Do Horny Clown."
"I can't do horny clown with just my face, Mom."
"Uh. Yeah. Well, I meant sexy clown. Show me sexy clown."
"Very convincing. Do mad clown."
Yay! Last one, and I promise I'll stop.
I present to you the piece de resistance: Drunk Clown.
I laughed all the way home.
Man, I'm glad that flight was canceled.