BoBo The Clown Let Me Down

I need to open with a disclaimer, because apparently that’s the rule now if you’re going to publicly drag a clown: my children had the time of their lives. Harper was mesmerized. Her siblings had a blast. Kris had a blast. Memories were made. Cotton candy was consumed at a rate that will require its own line item in next month’s dental budget. It was, by every measurable metric, a wonderful night. I just need everyone to understand that going in, because what follows is going to sound like I hated it, and I did not hate it, I am simply grieving.