The youngest declared this display of timelined schoolbus seats to be the coolest thing at this year's Dixie Classic and was sorely disappointed when I didn't post this phonophoto for you last Friday.
When I told him I had already posted a montage of fancy chickens, his reaction was hysterical: he spun on his heels and as he was walking away threw his hands up in the air and said, "It's always the chickens!"
I'm thinking of adopting this as my new go-to reaction to disappointment. Not just chicken-related disappointment, either. All disappointment.