Bruce, Finn and I passed Cameron’s Seafood restaurant this morning after dropping Ezra off at Hamilton and Finn was intrigued by the giant crab (“cab”) on the side of the building.
The following conversation ensued.
Finn: Papa, do you see that cab?
Bruce: Yeah, that’s a restaurant where you can eat crab.
F: [pause] Real cab?
B: Yeah, real crab
F: [pause] Do they cook the cab?
B: Yes.
F: Do they take the pinchers off?
B: Yep.
F: Do they take the butt off?
B: [pause] Yeah …
F: I want to go there.
Make sure to tell him we will see real crabs on our trip. We won’t be eating them, but we will see them run out of the ocean and bury themselves in the sand. I can’t wait, now 18 days.