Hot Tub French Fries...

Tonight at dinner there were several construction projects going on at our table. 

The main one involved a french fry hot tub constructed by the eight year old. 

Hey, french fries need a place to ease sore muscles too. 

We wandered over to Barnes and Noble after our dinner at Cantina Laredo and saw something quite disturbing. 

It's a new addition to the store:

It's this dang sign. 

We thought about requisitioning it and tossing it in the trash can but decided to keep our misdemeanors to a minimum tonight. 

So according to the sign we are actually supposed to watch our own children at the bookstore?

Egads!

What is this world coming to?

When the six year old saw me take a picture he quickly wanted in on it. 

Apparently Undersea Creatures was quite the book full of exotic creatures.

Speaking of exotic....

Tonight at the grocery I bought this little fern. 

When I got it home I saw that it had this sticker on it:

It says "exotic fern."

Um...I'm no genius when it comes to what should be called exotic but those things are everywhere. 

That fern looks exactly like the ones that grow all over Alabama. 

Maybe it should have said 'exotic if you aren't from Alabama' fern.

I'm sorry fern, you just aren't exotic. 

It kind of reminds me of this time on our honeymoon in Maui....

See we were driving around Maui when we saw a sign for an 'exotic animal park.'

Well, heck yeah we were going!

We pulled in and it's literally a chicken, a pig, a raccoon, and a rooster. 

I guess what's exotic in Maui isn't what's exotic in Alabama. 

So I guess I need to give the poor fern a break. 

Maybe it is exotic to some people. 

Maybe a hot tub for french fries is exotic for some people. 

It's probably exotic to the kind of people that don't watch their kids close enough in book stores. 

Ya know, people like us.