Sneaky bugger.
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?
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
This made me laugh!!!
This is what happens when you encourage dancing! 🙂
That shouldn’t be anonymous btw this Bryant
Did the PLEASE work?
It’s conversations like this that kept Art Linkletter on the air so long. LOL