It’s 6:30am. Your son makes gagging noises in the bathroom.
You: What’s wrong?
Him: I just saw something disgusting
You: Where?
Him: In my underpants
(So…many…jokes…must…resist…)
Aw, baby’s first skid marks! (Well, the first ones he’s noticed, anyway.) Maybe other moms get breakfast in bed, but why go that old cliched route?
