America. Fuck yeah.

Finn is bounding through the Target parking lot, in his Bwack Sider Man costume, swinging his lasso with wild abandon.

Finn: Mom. I been finking about it, and what I really wanna do, is I wanna kill a bird.

Me: Finn, I, I just, what is wrong with you? Why would you want to kill a bird?

Finn: No, no, no, no, no, Mom. Not just a bird, an eagle. (evils grin, stares dreamily off in the distance)

Me: An eagle. Finn. Really? I am seriously disturbed. Eagles are awesome. They are beautiful, majestic birds. Not to mention I am pretty sure they are on the endangered species list, I mean protected, at the very least. We're probably talking about some serious fines, possible prison time. I want to be the kind of Mom that supports your passions, even if your passion is murdering symbols of American freedom, but can you at least give me a reason why?

Finn: Be-CAUSE-AH, they eat-AH, all your food-AH, ought the beach-AH!

Me: Oh.... Yeah. Well, yeah. I can totally get on board with the seagull killing, they suck, you just say the word kid, we'll go kill our selves some seagulls.

I am an old pro after all, in case you have forgotten.