My mother hates me.

Boo and my mother went to see "The Little Mermaid" at a local dinnerhouse yesterday. OF course, the giftshop was packed with under-the-sea themed toys, and Boo walked away with this adorable plastic fishy.

On rollers.

And sings.

Loudly.

In Japanese.

Or maybe Chinese. Perhaps Polish. (We're not real sure.)

And rolls around wildly.

Thanks, Mom. You're awesome for that.