Lady Killer

Friday evening Isaac wanted to know if we wanted to hear his mating call.  Before anyone could respond he cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a long, shrill how.  When he stopped he asked what we thought.  I told him it sounded like the Emergency Broadcast System tone and suggested he work on a less grating mating call if he hoped to attract anything other than a banshee....or perhaps an EMT.

The same night we were getting ready to have dinner at a friend's.  Calypso moaned that it meant she had to change out of sweats and actually put on a bra.  Isaac's retort was, "The males in their house are 7 and 38, both are out of your range.  It's safe to go as you are."

Saturday I had fully indulged my slothful side by sleeping late and padding around the house in slippers and a robe well past noon.  I announced I was going to take a shower.  Isaac replied, "I prefer to ferment in my own natural juices."

My boy is ever the charmer....