The Joys of Parenthood

Eight-year-old Son (speaking from the shower): I'm sore!

Me: What's sore?

Son: um... my balls, Dad, my balls are sore.

The Mom: Oh yeah, I meant to tell you that he said his balls were sore.

Me: Really, really sore, or just a little sore?

Son: Just a little.

Me: Well, stop playing with them.

Son: Ok.

A few minutes later, he exits the shower and walks past his mom and me.

The Mom: So, you play with them?

Son: Not much. (Delivered as matter-of-factly as, "Fine, how are you?")

He continued to his room to get ready for bed.

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