Playing dead.
“So…how long have you had these strip tattoos?”
“My hero.”
“Me? I was out riding my dirt bike conquering some sweet Colorado inclines and declines. No big deal.”
The Duck-Billed Monster is on his way to Tulsa.
“Dad?”
Ran over a bird. Will never forgive himself.
“Aachooo!”
“…and this is why I’ll always, always be cooler than you, mere mortal.”
I prefer aisle seats. So much legroom.