I mean, the fact that his penis is bigger than mine and he’s only six really threw me for a loop…
…but I think we’ve got evidence now.
I was going to write ‘hard evidence’ there but backspaced because it seemed inappropriate while talking about my son’s penis.
This Sunday, my son had ‘Fruity Pebbles’ cereal for breakfast.
…when I walked in and started dumping his Fruity Pebble leftovers into the toilet.
As we stood there staring at the festive array now floating in the toilet (this time NOT of my own making), I looked at him and said:
Me: “Wouldn’t it be awesome if you actually pooped like that?”
He looked at me, excited.
Son: “That would be SO cool.”
Me: “Like a little rainbow.”
At the same time, he does this:
Like angels singing.
He makes me so happy.
Me: “Maybe when you poop the rainbow, there would be a little Leprechaun at the end of it.”
Son: “Awesome! And instead of coins he’d have a little piece of poop made of gold.”
We immediately both start dying laughing.
Then…from out in the kitchen…
Wife: “God. You two were made for each other.”
Yes we were.
How awesome is that?