The parent speaks the truth. One day at my campus, I walked by an entire crowd of mimes. That same week, the aged president of the university whizzed by me in a go-kart, cheering. Not too much later, a man in a top hat and lab coat, astride a five foot tall bicycle with a mounted fire extinguisher, rode past. I could go on, because these are everyday things here. We even have a handful of unicyclists, so I don't know if I'd notice one dressed as a clown.