Oh, I'm well enough, but with a whack back, I'm going to make this quick, true, and dirty.
When I was a child, if my Dad saw a dead animal on the side of the road, he taught us kids to roll down our window, spit out the window, and say "Not my family!"
Growing up with that, it's surprising I didn't end up ritually killing little animals by the age of 9 and later being a serial killer.
My Dad actually didn't think doing little routine was a bad thing. Somebody taught it to him I'm sure.
The things you do as a kid (and as a parent)!
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