Conversation with my daughter. It's clear we share DNA.

Simone, my sweet girl, is 5-almost-6. Here's a short conversation we had this morning. SIMONE: Mom, can you marry a clown?

ME: What do you mean? Like in general?

SIMONE: Yeah. In general. Can you marry a clown?

ME: I guess if you found a clown you were in love with then, yes, you could marry him. I mean, it's possible. Why? Do you want to marry a clown?

SIMONE: No. I hate clowns.