Alberta Sea Life

"Daddy, what's that guy bein'?", asks my three-year-old. He's pointing to one of our fine youth in town who happens to be sporting a giant pink mowhawk.

"He's being different." I reply, feeling my own often shaved head and reflecting on my teenage days when my hair was often "different".

"I think he's bein' a sea horse." replies the wise child. That observation made, he returns promtly to kicking pebbles across the parking lot.

And so it goes, the continual non-sequitor that is my eldest child's mind. Rational thought seems so well, sad by comparison.