Proof positive that my son unfortunately got his geography DNA from me:
The following conversation took place as we left the movie theater after seeing Surf’s Up (two thumbs up, by the way):
Kellen: "Mom, can I be a surfer when I grow up?"
Kristie: "Um, I guess so."
Kellen: "Really? I can?"
Kristie: "Well, yeah. I mean, if you really love it and practice enough, and get really, really, good ….. there are people who surf professionally, you know, to make money."
Kellen: "Great! After we move to Oklahoma, I’m going to practice and practice every single day until I’m the best surfer EVER. Then when I’m a grown up, I’m going to move to Hawaii and surf for real!"
So, do *you* want to tell him Oklahoma is a land-locked state and the best wave action he’ll catch is by getting his sister to bounce on his grandmother’s water bed, or should I?