So after work today my son Dawson and I were playing catch in the pool and he was asking me about one of the players in the NBA playoffs. My daughter had found a ladybug, named it “Little Mister,” and was walking around with it. Here’s the conversation that followed:
Dawson: Dad, is he the one who smoked mana-ona?
Marissa: Are you talking about Little Mister?!
Dawson: I heard that his mother and father died.
Marissa: Where are you getting all this information about Little Mister?!?
Maybe you had to be there?