A small snapshot of life around Pop Culture.

6 year old son “toots” right in front of me. 

ME: Hey, don’t you have something to say?

HIM: It wasn’t me.

ME: Oh? Who was it then?

HIM: A cow.

ME: (trying not to laugh) A cow? How did I miss a cow in the bedroom?

HIM: It’s invisible. And it went under the bed. And the cow is not me.

ME: (dissolving into laughter).