He's Her Lobster...

So about a week and a half ago Karys, Jack, and I were waiting in the car for Dad to grab some food.  Jack started to get a little fussy, so to entertain him I started doing various animal noises:  "Kitty Cat! --Meooooow.  Puppy Dog!  Woof woof!"  Soon Karys chimes in ideas, and I do the noises for those, too. 

Her: "Horsey!"
Me:  "Naaaaaayyyy"  (My horse impression is truly awful.  It's just not one of my skills.) 
Her: "Piggy!" 
Me: "Oink oink." 
Her: "Donkey!" 
Me: "Heee-aawwww!"  (My donkey impression is fantastic and, in my opinion, totally makes up for the horse.) 
Her: "Lobster!" 
Me: "..."
Her: "Mom!  Do a lobster noise!"
Me:  "Um. Well, baby, I think they just have pinchers...they don't really make a lot of noise" (hand claw motions)
Her (clearly not satisfied with hand claw):  "Yes they DO, Mom.  Do a lobster noise!" 
Me: "Um..baby.  I really don't think they make a lot of noise."

At this point Dad's back in the car, and he totally backs me up on the whole lobster-being-quiet thing, although he finds it amusing that she was able to stump me so easily (Why couldn't she have asked for goat?!  I could have done a goat!). 

Fast forward to last night.  We took the kids out with friends for a Friday night adventure, part of which included a mini petting zoo.  There were goats (yes!), little ponies, tiny pigs, and... "MOM!  Lobsters!"  Lobsters?  Really?  And then I saw...roosters!  That whole time, she meant roosters!   It all clicked for me, Dad and I got a pretty good laugh out of it, and then I did what every good Momma should do:

 "Okay, Karys.  Lobster!  Cockadoodle--dooooo!"