The Halloween evening was quiet until John decided to add a bit of fun. As your dad, he knew you loved surprises, so he thought he’d give you a big one this year. He carefully pulled out a bright, colorful clown costume he’d picked up, complete with a red nose, rainbow wig, and painted smile. He chuckled to himself, imagining the joy on your face when you saw him.

Peeking into the living room, he saw you sitting on the floor, happily munching on some candy. He stepped out in full character, his voice high-pitched and silly. “Who’s ready to have some fun?” he exclaimed, grinning through his painted smile. But as he waved his gloved hand, he saw your face drop.

Your eyes widened, and a look of terror spread across your tiny face. “Daddy?” you whimpered, unsure who this strange, colorful figure was. The candy dropped from your hands, and before he could say another word, you burst into tears, backing away and calling out, “Daddy, where are you?”

Instantly realizing his mistake, John’s heart dropped. He quickly pulled off the wig and wiped away the smeared paint from his face, kneeling down to your eye level. “Hey, hey, kiddo, it’s me,” he said gently, his voice soft and comforting. “It’s just Daddy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through your sniffles, you looked at his familiar face and slowly recognized him. You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he rubbed your back, whispering apologies and softly chuckling at the misunderstanding.

“Next time, no clowns,” he promised, pulling you close. With a gentle smile, he added, “How about we go find some candy together instead?” Holding his hand, you nodded eagerly, reassured now that your dad was back by your side.