This happened when I was reading to the boy from his aunt’s ABC book. It was made especially for her about 30 years ago. It’s all cloth and has many activities in it – buttons, pockets, shoelaces, etc. It’s quite adorable, but we haven’t let the boy handle it too much. There’s a few too many small pieces for an unsupervised young man.
The clown joke is not mine. It was told to me by my friend Mark almost twenty years ago. (The set-up is something like “Why aren’t there clown cannibals?”)
As I’m writing this I just realized that I used the joke before, once again, almost twenty years ago. It was in my first comic strip, “Odds and Ends & Sons”, done for City Newspaper, an alternative newsweekly in Rochester, NY. I had hurt my back and ended up doing a fill-in strip where I, pictured as a can of Cheese Wiz (don’t ask), tell the horrible clown joke with three different possible punchlines.