Mobsters

We went to the aquarium with Heidi and Isaac the other week. Apparently the lobster, or as you call it, "the mobster," made quite an impression on you. You immediately told me that the mobster wasn't good. And, that he would sting me and then poke my finger off. But, I'm not allowed to fuss, apparently. I told you that you liked to eat lobsters. You very emphatically told me that you did not. That mobsters weren't good and that you liked food.