As usual, in the half dark, talking about the wonders of the natural world as he falls asleep.
“Lobsters and crabs … dey’re not matching.”
“But dey have pinchers.”
“Yeah, they both have pinchers.”
“But dey’re not matching.”
Smirk to myself. Half a world away, my mother is the only one who would sing along with me, after I tell him: “Yes, crabs walk sideways but lobsters walk straight!”