the five w's

Today.
Trev: Mom. Do I have your permission to get a mohawk?
(psh. Only if it's a real one, and you want safety pins in you ears, too.)

About thirty seconds later.
Mom, do I have your permission to get a gym membership?

Mom. Do I have your permission to eat kelp?
(Don't ask me about the permission verbiage. I did complain about it.)
Mom: Am I allowed to eat kelp?
sigh.

Are there other kinds of edible seaweed out there besides kelp?

Hey! Why don't we look up edible leaves?

Mom - are you still bothered by mutant things?