We bought a coconut

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My kids ask me all the time if they can get a coconut while we are at the grocery store. I always say no. Seriously...what the hell am I gonna do with a coconut? This last time we went, I caved. Or maybe my kids just finally broke me and I said yes.
After hammering the crap out of it to get to it's...whatever, Kid Two looked at me and said, now what?
Exactly. Now what.
Then he added...thoughtfully, "Well. If one of us isn't feeling well, we can put the lime in the coconut and drink them both up?"
Brilliant. I'll get the rum. Hey...if I'm going to "drink something up" it's going to be awesome. 
And THAT, my friends, is a perfectly good use for a coconut...according my 9 year old.


Coconut. Lime. (and rum) The end.

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