Here's the thing, I took my son to a pet store today. It was very very far away. A two hour drive. But I must admit it is a totally cool place. Adam's latest hobby is fish. Yes, that's right fish as in aquariums and water and fish and plants and fish and water and well, he likes it. So yeah, I was a good mom and took him to this amazing pet store in far far away land.
They had everything you can think of from chameleons which were really neat to the teeniest tiniest shrimp. Guess that's why they call them shrimp--they were like an eight of an inch long and cost $3.99 each. Uh, yeah, right.
Anyway, on the long long drive home I discovered Adam is a sucker for a stupid joke. LIke this one:
Q: What is big and yellow, sits in a tree and is very, very dangerous?
A: A one hundred and fifty pound canary with a machine gun.
He laughed and laughed.
I love him.