From my notebook, about an hour ago:
Mother: Will you please try on this jacket?
Toddler: Why?
Mother: Because I want to see if it fits you.
Toddler: Lizard!
Lizard!
(Post and image direct from my iPod touch, via free public wifi: blogging without a net at this location since, well, this afternoon. Photographing a rubber lizard on a restaurant table with an iPod is harder than it looks. Please do not attempt without appropriate safety equipment.)
Wait a minute, where’s the food? You KNOW Wolfie won’t post without a picture, or at least a mention, of food.
Hmm.
Well, I suppose you could always barbecue the rubber lizard…
Nearly everything’s better with some kind of sauce.
Actually, it tastes a little … rubbery. Boom, crash.
Seriously, our food hadn’t come yet, and when it did, the cream of chicken and wild rice soup just was not photogenic. Tasty, wholesome, and filling, yes, but not attractive.
….and sure enough, neither hide nor hair of the Wolfgangster