Fishy

Have you ever seen the show called American Dad?  Well, whether I like it or not, my eight-year-old son has.  (This is what comes from having older brothers and no control over the remote.)  Being eight limits your options and it also doesn't help that I like the show too - Logan didn't stand a chance.  As I sat in the dining room writing and watching the latest in a line of severe thunderstorms parade past the window, Logan sidled up to me and glanced up at the television.  I quickly reached for the remote, attempting to change the channel or turn it off.

“I don't like Claus' German accent,” he said, casually, trying to pass off his knowledge of the show as merely coincidental.

A hundred thoughts ran through my head.  I was glad his brothers were occupied elsewhere.  They would have been all over that comment with the inappropriateness of a camel in a brassiere.  Teenagers like to stir pots, did you know?

“Oh, really?” I asked, “Why?”

“It's just not natural for a fish,” he said, nodding.  Then he turned and left.

A hundred thoughts...but not that one.  That’s what bothers you?

It's just not natural for a fish that can talk, eh?

- 26 June 2017