Clownfish and I were doing our nightly chat and he was anxious about some upcoming things... so we decided to talk about funny things that would put him in a better mood so he could sleep with good dreams.
The hilarious topic of discussion? Well, he is at that wonderful age of boyhood where bodily functions, especially poop, is a guaranteed laugh-getter. (Aside, I am nearly sure that once he's reached this stage, he will never actually leave it.)
So I told him some stories about when he was a baby... like the time he was a few weeks old and I opened his diaper, held up his legs, and got covered in a stream of mustard-colored peanut buttery poop. I couldn't close the diaper fast enough and ended up having to change my clothes, change his clothes, change the bedding in the bassinet, spray him down in the shower, take a shower myself (cuz eww), wipe up the floor.... He thought that was great.
I also told him this story from 2006.
He's still in there giggling to himself.
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