A few nights ago I was in the family room giving Graham a neb treatment when Dan came out from our bedroom, where he had been giving Cole a bath, and interrupted me. "Honey, this is worth coming and seeing RIGHT NOW."
I flipped off the neb and eagerly carried Graham into our bedroom to see what Cole had in store for us. There on the bed was Cole, buck naked, with his hand on his crotch. He was talking to his pee-pee and playing with it: "Hello Pee-pee," pulling it out. Then "Bye-bye Pee-pee," poking it in…. over and over. The thing was all red from being messed with so much. And there was a little baby erection pointing up at all of us.
"How did this start?" I asked Dan, accusingly.
"Honey, I was sitting at the computer with my back to him. All of a sudden I heard him talking to it, and I turned around," Dan explained, "and all I saw was THAT LITTLE BONER!"
Ah, such are the joys of raising sons.
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