A few weeks ago when Martin introduced himself as "Skip" I thought it was just a single use of creative license.  It turns out that "Skip" has quite an imagination.  Yesterday he came up with interesting stories:

Tall Tale #1
We went to a petting zoo-style farm yesterday with the kids.  One of my mom's former co-workers was at the farm with a group of students.  She came over to say hello and to meet the kids.  During our conversation, Martin said "I came from Canada."  I said, "You're from Canada?"  He said, "Yup, I live in Canada."

Tall Tale #2
In the afternoon, we were working on some projects in the backyard and Martin came over to show me a rock he found that looked kind of like a jellybean-sized egg. 
Martin: This egg is sad because he lost his momma.
Me: Oh, that's too bad.  What happened to his momma?
Martin: A giraffe got her.  He kicked her with his long leg.
Me: (laughing) Woah.
Martin: That's not funny.  That's sad.
Me: Sorry.

Tall Tale #3
Last night when Marty came home I was telling him about our son, the Canadian.  Martin said "Daddy, I live in Canada.  You live in Poverty."

Now, I was blaming his ever expanding vocabulary on watching junk TV and now I guess my switch to more PBS and news has finally made an impact.  What else could be responsible for the addition of Canada, giraffes and poverty all in one day?