At a birthday party for a three-year-old on the weekend. The overachieving, very pregnant mother of the birthday boy--who nursed him until the milk dried up about three weeks ago--OH, and who also hand-made a decorated an organic birthday cake in the shape of a Hotwheels racetrack, complete with Oreo-crumb pitstops--anyhow, this mother, bless her cotton socks, she really is quite lovely, upped the birthday party stakes by booking a Petland traveling show to amuse the kiddies.
The little corn snakes were quite the hit until one of the moms asked what they ate.
Petland moron guy: "Frozen baby mice."
The whole three-year-old herd stampeded upstairs in hysterical tears.
I wasn't the only loser mom there who had to disguise a smirk behind a Hotwheels napkin.
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