I'm heading to Virginia this morning for a quick overnighter. I hope to have some interesting encounters to report. Had to post this before I leave for the airport, though.
Last night over spaghetti, my seven-year-old daughter asked if we were eating cow, pig, goat, or what as she devoured a meatball. After learning they were made from a cow, she happily exclaimed, "Mmmmm! I love cow's balls!"
"Like mother like daughter..." I told my wife. That went over well.