I was at the pool watching DS, 10, swim. I could hear his laughter over the din of a hundred kids doing breaststroke. I must have a fish in my ear. Like a penguin mother.
Someone probably told a fart joke. I don't think fart jokes are that funny.
My son ::eyerolls:: he says, that in my epic uncoolness, I remind him of a mountain goat.
But I like the look of the mountain goat. She looks like an end table. Look at my friggin' hooves. Look at my chin hair. I am the business. "None shall pass."
I'd rather be a mountain goat than a penguin any day. I like the mountains. I like the metaphors. I like the idea of nimbly leaping up challenges versus falling and squawking, as happens sometimes with penguins.