Taking Lex to my mom's house today we saw a dead racoon in the emergency lane. Lex exclams, "Oh no! The poor racoon!".
I reply, "That's what happens when the racoons commit suicide on the highway in front of cars."
Lex replies, "No. That racoon is in the emergency lane. I am pretty sure a drunk driver hit it....(deep sigh)... Alcoholics."
Maybe...
