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).