okay. a little backstory for those of you who have never been to my house before: to get to the shower [upstairs] i have to go through the spare room at the end of the hall. while this room has been many things over the years, it has turned mostly into a stuff room. it doubles, however, as Kennedy's (my 2-year-old niece's) room when she and her brother and sister sleep over.
so i'm walking to the shower holding a candle (long story) and for some reason look down into Kennedy's bed. i literally jumped when i saw a small, blonde child laying in the bed.
Kennedy has this doll. it has blonde hair and looks like, well, a baby doll. apparently, one of the things Kennedy likes to play with this doll is naptime.
moral of this story: freaky baby dolls are SO much scarier than clowns!!!