Gumby was trying to sell me on a new computer game.
"Come on, Mom," he pleaded. "You get to breed your own creatures and send them out into the world."
"I've already done that," I replied. "Three times. Why would I want to pay to do it again?"
"Because this time you could do it right," he shot back.
I couldn't help it. I cracked up laughing.
"Geez, Mom", he continued. "You think you're the only one in the family with comedic timing?"
Genetics are good, right?