My youngest son “borrowed” a seashell from the library last week.
This did not go over well, as you can probably imagine.
Anyway, before we left to return the shell and make a plea for forgiveness, my boy said, “Hey wait, Mom, this shell is just like you!” And, so that his point could be quickly made he plunked it down on my arm.
Me and the spotted shell.
Nice.
Then he sort of clucked his tongue and said, “Mom, I’m sorry, but you just don’t have enough melanin.”
Tell me something I don’t know. What I want to know is, where did he get his melanin? Check out those brown little fingers.
Oh well. All I know is that those little fingers had better not bring home anything else that isn’t his. Buster.