Cactus

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As we were driving to the dentist, Cierra (politely even) tells Nick "Excuse me, you've got to see this cactus." Pointing out the window she laments that it only has one arm. Nick replies, "That's okay, when he gets older he'll get lots of arms, like a spider and an octopus."

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