About a couple of weeks ago, one of Daddy's clients gave him a whole live lobster to bring home. According to Daddy, the lobster did not move one bit in the brown paper grocery bag all afternoon in Daddy's office nor on the ride home on the scooter. However, the lobster sensed when Daddy was about to pound it with a hammer because it started scrambling and almost got away from the countertop. The boys were so enthralled with all the lobster action! Daddy then brought the lobster outside and sent him to lobster heaven. As Daddy cooked up the part we were eating, the boys kept going to the door window and checking on the rest of our poor friend's remains outside. Jasper kept on repeating , "Broken...broken...broken", it was kind of sad. And surprisingly, Sam ate lobster! He said it tastes like chicken, go figure!! (not surprisingly, Jasper ate the lobster too)
