Clowns will eat me
James recently remarked that the thing he dislikes most about McDonalds is, believe it or not, Ronald.
None of my children has an abject fear of clowns -- we've been to the circus, and they've met the clowns and seen them, so they know what to expect. But there's something about Ronald McDonald that just really gets Robert's gears turning, apparently. Because he and James have spun this elaborate fiction about how Ronald's face is white because he's undead, and the huge red smile pained on his visage is painted in the blood of children that he's eaten.
Ronald, as it turns out, makes Happy Meals to fatten up little boys and girls, and when they're corpulent enough, he drags them off, eats them whole, and cackles maniacally, shouting "I'm lovin' it™!" as he does.
I guess I shouldn't have read them Stephen King novels before bedtime...