Still no sign of Peanut...but I met a clown

So a few days ago I decide to go and meet Carlos at school for lunch. I hadn't left the house in more than 24 hours and was getting restless, so I went on an "adventure day" (aka got dressed and ventures outside). I went to wait for the LRT and an old-ish woman walks up to me and stand uncomfortably close to me and says "so, you ready?". After a brief talk about peanut being due any day and that yes, she was my first, etc., she taps my tummy (awkward...), then looks at my shirt. On my shirt is a pattern with birds and hills and some houses (it sounds like a weird shirt but it's cool - from Threadless). She points to the houses and says "is that your castle?"...that's when i realize things were going to be a bit more interesting than talking to some lady at the LRT station. I answer "um ya", of course that's my castle...ya...and she kinda smiles and says something about her living her dreams, and how she's 66 but doesn't feel like it, and blah blah blah...as i kinda look around to see if there's anyone else around. Then a boy (about 13 or 14) with his friends jumps up and obnoxiously yells that the train is coming. Yes, a distraction. His friends are giggling and such, and then the woman turns to him and says "are you excited?". He kinda looks around and doesn't say anything, which apparently is the cue for the woman to reach into her purse and pull out 3 small beanbag balls that she then juggles and sings a songs "are you exciticated, exciticated exciticated..." (no spelling mistake there, that's what she really sang...). Me and the group of teens stare at this woman, really not knowing what to do. Then the train pulled up. She stopped juggling, reached into her purse again and pulled out a card..."Edmonton Caring Clowns Society - Blarney Bee"...and she says "I'd be glad to come to your baby's first birthday party". OK it makes a tad more sense now, she's a clown. I say "have a good day" and get on the train...not the same car she got into :)