Mommy: I think I will be a clown for halloween.
Son(4): Then you can make up your own clown song Mommy. It will go, “I am a clown, I have a big red nose, but it isn’t really a nose, it is a big bleeding thing. I was driving in my race car, really really fast, when bees flew…all over my bleedy nose. I landed in a ditch then and I tractor came to me…and helped my bleedy bee nose.”
(Said in a singing tone.)