Someone just asked me what my favorite pie was and I said “355/113, but 22/7 will do in a pinch” and they just stared at me for a loooong time.
Totally worth it.
I drove by a pasture and I watched as a herd of running cattle raced around its periphery, making sharp right-angled turns at each of its corners with speed and surprising grace, over and over again as if running laps in gym class, and so I said “Look… cowlesthenics” but upon hearing no groans from the backseat realized there were no children back there to suffer from my Dad Joke, and for a fleeting moment I felt shame, but then I remembered I have a blog.
Look upon my works, and despair.
Butterfly: Hey Dad! I can do the moonwalk backwards!
Me: So you can… walk?