Last night the boys were sitting at the kitchen table eating chocolate ice cream and discussing Ten's recent lost tooth--a molar.
Ten: Here's something I don't get about the Tooth Fairy. Why teeth? I mean, who would want to run around collecting teeth? That's pretty weird.
Dan: Well, the Poop Fairy would be even weirder.
Ten and Seven, laughing: Euw! That's nasty.
Dan: And besides, you wouldn't want to go to sleep at night with poop under your pillow.
Ten and Seven: Oh gross! Dad, we're trying to eat here!
Dan: Hey, that's free advice right there. You can use that.
Yep. That's the man I chose to raise children with, folks. Because he's four years older than me and oh so mature and stuff.