Ohhhh Baracuda

I know a certain special peep that claims he is a different object each week. Last week sugar, the week before milk. Not too mention also a baton, radio, fire, door, trophy, ice...the list goes on. To my amusement, when asked what he was this week, I can't say I was prepared for his remark when he blurted out..."I'm God!" With of course a huge grin on his face as he turned around and started in on his dinner...times like this is when I really, REALLY love my job.