This evening I came home from my daughter's girl scout meeting and heard a terrible noise. It sounded like a dinosaur.
I went around to the back of my house to investigate, and guess what? It was a dinosaur! I kid you not. My husband and son were playing with Spike, a giant remote control dinosaur on our back patio.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Terrorizing the cat," my husband replied.
"That's terrible!" I exclaimed.
My daughter quickly went over to comfort the poor cat who clearly was not pleased with the dinosaur in his territory.
What is it with men, anyway? Will somebody please explain?