Thermometer Man

My son walked into the kitchen with a meat thermometer in his hand.  He poked it into a loaf of bread.  "Seventy-seven degrees," he said.

I just looked at him and shook my head.

Then he went over to an apple and poked it into it.  "Seventy-three degrees," he announced.

This was interesting.

He walked over to a newspaper and did the same thing.  "Seventy-one degrees."

The young man poked everything from an onion to aluminum foil.

"Bubba, why exactly are you taking the temperature of inanimate objects?" I asked. 

"Because it's fun!"

Of course.