I arrived home from work yesterday to find this picture hanging on the inside of our front door, about 18 inches from the ground:
When B came running to hug me, I asked,
Is this a “No Platypus” sign?
It’s not as crazy as it sounds- he’s currently obsessed with Phineas and Ferb, and their pet platypus, Perry. (He doesn’t do much).
Despite what I thought was a perfectly reasonable inquiry, I received a very scathing look from my soon-to-be-six-year-old. The hamster wheel in my brain was spinning overtime, when it hit me:
Oh, it’s a “No Maya” sign!