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!"