My son loves animals.  Period.  He’s fascinated by them and never goes a single day without enlightening us with some new information he has on dinosaurs, bugs, or miscellaneous creatures.

Last week he was fascinated with the beaver.

*haha…I said beaver**

Anyway.  We were sitting at the dinner table and he began to ask questions about how beavers eat.  He was curious to know if they chew food the same way they chew wood when building their dams.  Now, I know lots of stuff, but I’m certainly not up to date on the ins and outs of beavers.

*hehe…I said beaver again**

The whole time he was asking these questions I could see this look on my husbands face.  You know the look – the one that says I can make this dirty and still keep a straight face while talking to my son.

Jake:  Daddy, will I ever get to go inside a beaver’s den?

Hubby: Oh, I’m sure you will someday.

Jake: But, what happens if you stick your hand in a beaver? Will it bite?

Hubby: Well, nobody likes a beaver that bites! We like nice beavers!

This is officially the point where I get up and leave the table as I attempt to keep from spitting my food as the men of my house casually discuss beavers.  When I finally composed myself and returned to the table  my son informed me that he would really, really, really like to see a beaver.

So of course I offer to remedy that and, lacking all common sense, start googling beaver videos.

I don’t think I need to tell you exactly what I found.

I do, however, think it is time to learn to set the parental controls.  None of us really needed to see that much beaver in one day.

**snort…beaver**