The honest humor of children kills me every single time. Imagine the following conversation: My dear friend’s sweet three year old daughter, Mommy, and Daddy were playing a morning round of “I Spy.” Daughter spies something yellow and black. After several unsuccessful guesses from Mom and Dad, little girl exclaims, “No, It’s Mommy’s hair!” Yep, she is a bottled blonde! Guess it is time pay a visit to the hair colorist. That same evening, Dad explained to Mom that he could no longer be naked in front of that same daughter. She had barged into the bathroom that day and refused to leave for privacy, explaining, “I like your penis, Daddy.”
I could not stop laughing.
