A/N: This week's challenge is: A one shot or series of one shots or drabbles about the various phobias that afflict the team, whether canon or from your imagination. I'm going to do a one shot

Booth took Christine and Hank to the children's carnival in town to give Brennan some peace and quiet to finish writing her book in. The day had gone well, they played all the games at least twice and ridden all the rides. They listened to storytellers and watched a magic show, gotten their faces painted, went on a pony ride, and consumed as much junk food as possible. There was one thing they hadn't done and Booth was hoping they could skip it and go home to Brennan.

"Daddy, can we go see the clown and get a balloon animal now?" Booth had spent most of the day skillfully advoiding the red wig, orange floppy shoe wearing clown. The clown looked friendly and from what he saw all the kids liked him or her, but Booth was still freaked out. Booth sighed and looked down at Hank, "Yeah, buddy, but you have to hold on to Christine's hand tight okay?" She'll go with you…"

"Okay, but why aren't you going? You said we had to stay with you…"

Booth sighed and knelt down, "I'm afraid of clowns, bud…"

"Why?"

"Because the makeup hides their face and I can't see who they are…"

"Oh. Mommy wears makeup and you're not afraid of her, are you?" Hank looked horrified at the thought.

"No, Buddy I'm not afraid of mommy. When she wears makeup she still looks like mommy. Go get your balloon animal with Christine. Then we'll play some of the games again before we go home."

"Okay. Come on, Chrissy!" Christine let Hank drag her toward the clown. Booth was a good 20 feet away but he never took his eyes off Christine, Hank, or the clown. Five minutes later Hank and Christine were back at Booth's side holding his hands. An hour and a half later Hank came busting through the door. "Mommy!" Brennan held up her finger and finished typing and closed her laptop and put it on the coffee table.

"Yes, Hank?"

"Did you know daddy is afraid of clowns?"

Brennan smirked a little, "Yes, I did know that."

"Oh. Daddy let me and Chrissy go get our balloon animals from the clown ourselves. I had to hold Chrissy's hand really tight though."

Brennan nodded. "I see. Did you have fun though?"

"Yep."

"That's good."

"I won ring toss!" Hank dug in the plastic bag he carried and pulled out a small stuffed turtle, he handed it to Brennan. "You can have it, mommy."

"That's great that you won, buddy. You can keep the turtle."

"I don't want it. I like the lobster I got for winning the bucket game better!" Hank held up a stuffed lobster.

Brennan smiled, "Okay, I'll keep the turtle on my desk."

"Okay."

Christine walked up then and sat down next to Brennan. "Did you have a good day at the carnival Christine?"

"Yep, I got a cat from the dart game!" Christine held out the green and blue cat.

"It's colorful!"

"Yeah. I didn't think daddy was afraid of anything!"

Brennan put her arm around Christine. "Aw, sweetheart, there are things daddy is afraid of. All adults have fears, it's normal."

"Oh. Are you afraid of anything?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of snakes."

"Why?"

"Because they slither and don't really make noise when they move."

"Oh."

Brennan kissed the top of Christine's head, "Go wash your hands and face, you have food all over them. Take Hank with you."

"Okay." Christine skipped to the bathroom and Hank trudged after her. Brennan shook her head and stood up and went to Booth. "Did you have a good day at the carnival?"

"Yes, except for that stupid clown! He or she looked nice and the kids seemed to like them, but it freaked me out."

Brennan grinned and kissed Booth's cheek, "I'm sorry, Booth. I forgot about them having a clown there. I am proud of you for letting the kids go see him."

"Yeah, I tried to skip the clown, but it was the only thing they hadn't done and when Hank asked, I couldn't say no. I kept eyes on them the whole time. I think Hank was surprised that I'm afraid of clowns."

"He enjoyed telling me that you're afraid of them. "

Booth laughed, "I heard."

"Christine didn't think you were afraid of anything. Your admission might have tarnished her image of you a little."

"Yeah maybe, but that's okay. Did you get your book finished?"

"Almost, I have three pages left. I can get them written after Christine and Hank are in bed."

"That's good."