I could feel this morning that today was not going to be my day. Waking up at 5am and not being able to fall back asleep (or at least into a good sleep) was the first clue. Lovely.
And reminded me of mini-Elle and her Halloween costume from when she was about three-years-old. She dressed up as a lobster (in a costume that my parents had given her, no less), but before she could go out trick-or-treating, she had to figure out what kind of noise a lobster made.
You know the game you play with kids to teach them about animals: What kind of sound does a cow make? Moooooo. What noise does a pig make? Oink oink. And so on, and so forth. But what sound does a lobster make?
Mini-Elle finally found an answer, though. She walked around on Halloween, proud in her costume, and whenever anyone asked her, “Mini-Elle, what do lobsters say?” she’d respond in a deep, child-trying-to-sound-like-an-animal voice, “Eat me with butter!“
Because, what else would a lobster say?