So Parker and I went to Petsmart last night. There are snakes and lizards. There are hamsters and guinea pigs. And then I spot rats for sale. But not just any kind of rats. These were called Fancy Rats. And the price tag was $6.99.

Where do we draw the line?

Trust me, I’m not prejudiced against rats. Alright, I’m a little prejudiced. But fancy doesn’t strike me as the proper adjective. I don’t care what adjective you put in front of a rat. You can call it a Cute Rat, Smart Rat, Adorable Rat, Good With Children Rat. It’s still a rat.

Come on. How guillible do you think we are?

But sure enough, I started rat bashing and Parker became a rat defender. “But dad, they are fancy rats. You can train them.” He sounded like a defense attorney for the worldwide federation of rats.

Anywho.

I don’t care how fancy a rat is. It’s not living in my house. That’s final.

I have to admit however, $6.99 and you’ve got the potential for a pretty cool prank