I had a shitty day today. I can't lie. Without getting too specific, because I don't know what's going on yet, my boy needs to see a specialist for some facial tics he has going on. Could be something, could be nothing. But it sucks because your mind goes to dark places and I just... worry.
On a lighter note, we were discussing colors in the car. I >told him I wasn't a big fan of yellow. His response. "But the sun is a big fan of yellow."
Then tonite he asked his father, "Papa, do you like big knockers?" Rex indicated in the affirmative. After that, Stink touched his own boobs and stated, "I have tiny knockers."
I figured after that remark I would at least go to bed laughing. But then after prayers tonight, Stink mentioned that when he grew up he wanted to be a daddy like his papa. Then I cried some more.
I'm sick of crying. I think I'll go watch South Park and chuckle at fart jokes with Rex. (And secretly hope that when Stink mentions being like Papa, he's talking about the computer/car fixing aspects as opposed to the gas passing juvenile aspects.)