My sister were just chatting away outside today and Donny came over and jumped on the hammock with me. As we continued our conversation he was busy picking at a hang nail on his thumb. All of a sudden he asks “Aunt Ann, do you have a clown’s nipple?” I look at Donny, I look at his mother with that look – you know the one that says “what did your weird kid just say?” So I ask him “what do you need honey?” He repeats the question “do you have a clown’s nipple?”  I wanted to say “not the last time I looked” but I controlled myself. Now his own mother gives me the look “what did my weird kid just say?” He looks puzzled, we are laughing, we ask him again what he needs. He looks suspiciously at us and says very slowly “I -need- a- clowns- nipple”. We are now laughing hysterically, he looks mad at us and he is about to repeat it even louder, since we apparently having a hearing problem, when a light bulb goes off in his head. He stops mid sentence, he thinks for a minute and says “I mean I need a clan napper, no I mean a mail capper. UUGGGHHHH I NEED A NAIL CLIPPER”.  Whew, I thought he was really weird there for a moment.