Remember Ser Megatron MacMuffin and the story of his adoption?
A few days ago, we were at a book store. Usually, when The Husband realises that I'm walking him into a book store and he has no way out of it, he lets go of my hand, assumes a serious expression and storms right into it like a man on a mission. I honestly don't know why he does that or what his mission is. It was no different this time.
The minute we entered the store, he disappeared, I didn't give a shit, and all was good. I was minding my own business and having a bookgasm, when he walked up to me with a stuffed owl and demanded that I buy it for him. First of all, why book stores have stuffed animals in them for grown men to want to buy, I will never know. Secondly, why a grown and financially independent man would want his wife to buy him stuffed animals, I will NEVER know.
After I rejected that owl because it wasn't even cute (have you SEEN Ser Megatron?), he came back to me with this:
"I want to buy this.", he said.
"But...why?", I asked confused.
"Because, duh, it's COOL! And because it can do this"
"Add an alligator head to it and.."
"Now add a fish-tail to it and.."
"But an alligator head and fish tail with the body of a possum becomes.."
"But..", I said, "It's a children's book."
"I still don't get it. Is it for, like, a future child or something?"
"Yes. Yes, for a child. Yes", he nodded.
And that, my friends, is the story of how I bought my child a children's book on Remarkable Animals.