My friend Denise, Ian and I went to dinner tonight at Bob Evans. Mr. No the balloon man was there making balloon figures for all the kids. He was near our table at one point, and I began speculating...
Me: I wonder what he's making.
Ian: I think he's making strands of DNA.
Denise: (bursts out laughing) If I ever had any doubt that you're Serena Tabor's son, it's completely gone now!
The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. :D
