Hiss-terical Parenting

Related | April 24, 2013

(I am about five years old. My dad always takes my little brother and I to the annual cat, dog, bird and reptile show. We are walking past the snakes, and I see a baby mouse in one of the containers with a snake. I speak to one of the workers.)

Me: “Excuse me, sir; why is the mouse in there with the snake?”

(The worker looks at my father, who shrugs and gives him the look to make something up.)

Worker: “Well, they’re friends! Right now they are just playing, and soon they will go have dinner and have a sleepover!”

Me: “Oh. I thought the mouse was the snake’s dinner.”

(When I leave to go look at some other snakes, the man accuses my father of setting him up. My dad has to hold back from laughing so hard.)

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