Papa: "Hey Noah, we are a little low on space for our trip to Nicaragua. Would you be willing to travel in a Rubber Maid container?"
Noah: "You mean in here?"
Noah: "This makes me a little nervous.
PaPa: "It will be OK, trust me."
Noah: "OK, I will trust you."
7 hours later...Noah: "Wow, that was a long trip."
Noah: "Hey, wait a minute, I am not in Nicaragua. You were just joking with me."
Please note, no children were harmed, or knowingly deceived, in the making of this post.