2026-04-23
During tonight’s playtime in our theater, Naugeleh wandered up and asked…
“So, Knuckle Tats?”
A recurring game around here is the ongoing discussion of what might appear on a clown’s knuckle tattoos. I answered cautiously, knowing I was in the potential blast radius of one of her infamous puns.
“What about them?”
She gestured with four outstretched fingers and an oh-so-innocent questioning look.
“Four, Right?”
I nodded helpfully.
“Unless you’re slop-born, unlucky, or both.”
After a moment of deep concentration while staring at her waggling fingers, she spoke.
“I got one!”
To assist the inevitable along, I made an inquiring noise. She calmly spelled it out for me, ticking off each letter on one of her outstretched fingers.
“Y…I…Zero…A”
I gave her a completely bewildered look.
She melodramatically made a fist, and shook it.
“Why I oughta…”
I love this silly place.