My mom put on this du. mb puppet show and im like im terrified of puppets she said “why” and im like there terrifing. And then i said are u scared of sesame street and she said “no” and i'm like i am and then she said “why” and my nephew says probably because there like puppets and puppets are like clowns and then she calls us silly and then in the show it shows a clown and i'm like ahhh a clown and my nephew says no its a puppet clown and i said THAT'S EVEN SCARIER. Anyway my mom is forcing us to watch a show that i'm terrified of. Its complete turture i don't think she understands that i'm literally about to scream because of the show. Lolololololol is bad that i'm terrified of sesame street?
And is it bad that im scared of puppets?

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