This is what I came home to yesterday…
Me: What’s with the collar?
Casper: I’m taking a trip.
Me: You are? Where to?
Casper: Jolly ole’ England, to see my cousin, Declan. I’m a bloke, and I need to spend time with the blokes doing bloke-ish things.
Me: Like what?
Casper: I figure us lads will lift a pint or two at the pub, eat some fish and chips, maybe chat up a bird or two.
Me: Why are you talking like that?
Casper: I’m practicing my British, so I won’t sound like a Yank.
Me: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you can’t go.
Casper: Now, don’t get your knickers in a bunch! I won’t be gone long.
Me: England is very far away. You can’t just put on your Union Jack collar and take off; you’ve never flown before.
Casper: I thought it was just across the pond! I figured I’d just walk.
Me: The Pond is just a figure of speech for the Atlantic Ocean; but, that’s not the only problem.
Casper: What now?
Me: The British Isles are rabies-free, so there are rules that must be followed before you can get in. If you just show up, they’ll stick you in quarantine for six months.
Casper: I knew you’d throw a spanner in the works!
Me: Sorry, mate.