It's a Hobo! No, It's a Fish!

I was helping my parents with yardwork today when the following exchanges took place.

My Dad: Hey, what's that floating in the pond?
Me (without looking): Probably that hobo I killed.
My Mom: Oh, okay.
My Dad: No, no, I think it's a reed.

Later:
My Mom: What was that?
Me: Where?
My Mom: In the pond.
My Dad: Probably Mary's hobo again.

Sometimes I <3 my family.