Here was my text conversation with my son Joshua the other day:

Me:  What time do you leave work?

Josh: 5.  Why?

Me: Thought we could get a beer.

Josh: I have to bring my fish to the chiropractor.

Me: You're kidding.

Josh: No. For real.

Me:  What are you talking about?

Josh: I'll explain later.  What time can you meet?

Me: That cannot possibly be explained.

Josh: It is a logical explanation.

We planned to meet. The rest of the afternoon I wondered what would a fish be doing with a chiropractor?  Does he stick his hands in the fish bowl?  Or does the fish come out?

It was a mystery, until I met Josh after work and he explained.  And quite logical it was.