Son and I had just dropped Daughter off at school. In the morning I like to make my kids laugh, so I started to sing something silly.
“I wish I was an Oscar Myer Weiner…” I started, rather loudly and off-key.
“Ewww! That’s gross!”
“What do you mean? You like hot dogs!”
“But Oscar [the Grouch] likes trash! That’s gross!”
More profound than he will ever know.
