We were eating at a restaurant this weekend, when my five year old son bit into a fried shrimp that was surprisingly hot. And so of course he reacted quickly and violently, spitting the food back on his plate, and then he began to scan the table to see if anyone else had seen him. I started laughing immediately. “Hahaha, you looked like a dog that just got maced!” I said. We all had a good laugh, even my son who doesn’t take himself so seriously that he can’t laugh at himself from time to time. Continue reading