At the grocery store, I am being dragged, yet again, to visit the lobster tank.
Rowan: Woah, look at that guy! He’s moving!
Me: Yep, look at him, waving his…mouth…at us.
Rowan: He’s saying, “Hey, guys, gimme some food!”
Lucy: I hate to break this to you buddy, but I think you’re going to be the food.