... well, not really. There is no preschool graduation at Challenger. There's "Circus Day" because, apparently, unbeknowst to us, we have been paying for private clown school. Sofia, of course, graduated at the top of the class.
So, while I was putting Sofia's clown makeup on, to make it easier for me to apply the lines and color, I told her not to smile or make silly faces. Of course, she looked at me like I was crazy. "Hello! I'm a clown", is probably what she was thinking. Also, I get the "you are crazy" look a lot. In general. And not just from her. Anyway, to help her understand my insane suggestion, I explained that some clowns are actually not happy at all. They are sad. And that is why they must paint a smile on their face.
Big mistake.
For the duration of the time at school, Sofia was a sad clown.
the sad parade
Ok, she managed to sneek a cheeky smile at me once during the embarrasing teacher parts of the Circus
Later, she went back to some serious clown calculations in the playground
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