Wednesday morning, about 7:40am. Mommy: eating up every last moment with Seabass before new baby arrives, reading books about helicopters with him in bed. Enter Daddy straight from shower, brushing teeth, wrapped in a towel.
Seabass: See Daddy’s penis?
Daddy: Um, son? That’s not something you generally want to ask people to see.
Mommy: Right, not generally. Unless of course you grow up to be, say, a urologist.
Seabass: [more insistent] See Daddy’s penis!
Daddy: That’s not what you ask.
Seabass: See Daddy’s penis, please?