growing up my mom sort of encouraged this sort of thing. in fact, if i didn't get the crab claw (or if she had unhinged it before i had a chance to make a round of bad jokes and demonstrate how the crab claw could move posthumously), i would throw a fit. not like a kicking and screaming fit, but a pouty one. i'm doomed if i ever have kids of my own. mostly because i will probably still want to play and they will fight me for it. good thing crabs have two claws.
and in case you didn't know, lobsters do too.
as a total random aside, we saw john hodgman in an "intimate" conversation with dave eggers today. it was part of the sfsketchfest, and was really quite fantastic. i love his wry literary humor. after all, i don't lol, i just quietly chuckle.
private for friends of nick p: if you see him anytime soon, call him lobot. john hodgman will, and that guy's an expert. you can't really fight that.