There's lions in the trees along our highway. Really. Just ask David. Every time we drive the major thoroughfares between our house and the big city he hears them roar. This past week he saw a big daddy lion and JM spotted a baby lion. And we all know that wherever there are baby lions there must be a momma lion. The roaring sounds suspiciously like a 15 passenger van driving over one of these:
Ok, so it is a 15 passenger van driving over one of these:
But please don't tell David. He really thinks there's lions on the highway and we'd hate to disappoint him. JM is beginning to realize it's all a ruse but he's been playing along anyway. Don't shoot me, we are the Santa Claus, Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy kill-joys - we have to have something to lie to the offspring about. So why not lions on the highway?