Hannah and I were doing a little fill in grocery shopping when we walked by the lobster tank.  We had made lobsters once before.  She didn’t love them but she did enjoy watching them run around on the kitchen floor.  She begged me to get one so I bought one to cook just for myself.  POOR ME.  As they took the lobster out of the tank, the one Hannah picked out specifically, he flipped his tail at her throwing her water all over her shirt making his feelings well know.