I wept as I watched it, which isn't unusual these days. But for once they were happy tears. I didn't understand why Z wasn't enjoying it as much as I was. Did he not hear the Iguana inform Diego that she was about to shit herself? Did he not watch her take said shit all over the strawberry field? He shrugged and said poop didn't rule his life the way it rules mine, so the fascination isn't there for him. I kind of feel bad for him. Because that, my friends, is comedy gold.
I swear that T looked like this 5 minutes ago. Hell, I swear that C was this size yesterday.
And now he's a big kid. Wearing a pink hat that someone left at our house and learning that Iguanas store food in their tales. Yeah, we are never going to correct him on that one.