McCreepy

Mr. McFeely freaks me the fuck out. I don't know why, precisely. Maybe it's the jerky movements and half-stoop. For sure it's his hair. Overall, though, there's just something about his mannerisms that set my Freak-O-Meter to dinging.

Unfortunately, Perp is passionately in love with Mr. Rogers' trolley, so I have to deal with McFreaky on a fairly regular basis.

The things we do for our kids.