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We're in a family hotel room in Frankfurt, Germany. It's late, and we're all snuggled warm in our beds. The kids are delighted to be in bunk-beds at this hotel. The grown-ups are happy to have a bed to themselves.
At some point after the lights go out, the subject of Little Shop Of Horrors comes up. Owen asks what kind of plant the outer-space alien was.
Bob: It's kind of like a Venus Fly Trap.
Owen: Did you just say Penis Fly Trap!!!
Bob: OOOUUCH!!
Owen: Giggle giggle giggle
Bob: Is that like when you're in a big hurry, and you zip up your pants too quick...
Owen: Giggle giggle giggle
Eleanor: Boys are weird!
Brenna: I thought you were asleep!
No matter what their age, two boys in a room late at night turns into a slumber party, and if you're the Redpath's, at some point someone's going to start singing.
"Little Shop. Little Shop Of Horror - Oh! Oh-Oh Oh-Hoooh!"