“Don’t mention Easter, they’re Jewish!!!”

“So it’s just a birthday party?”

“Yes. Remember to do a good job, they’re my cousins.”

“I always do my best.”

I did very well, as usual, and not once did I mention that it was Easter. At the end of the party, the mom handed me a bag.

“Here you go, ‘Honey Bear.’ Lollypops for the kids…” she said excitedly.

Then her voice turned to a whisper as she finished her sentence.

“They’re kosher.”

“The kids or the lollypops?” I whispered back.

She didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did.

I AM The Hollywood Clown.