Further proof that my son is actually mine.
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.
He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth...
...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."
Then he then looks at me, bends over and makes his hand move in a big arc so out of his butt so that it looks like he just pooped out a 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."
A little poop 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?