Tonight, after supper, everyone was hanging out in the living room watching a little Go Diego, Go! (thank you, Nick Jr.). LE was still hungry and eating a piece of pizza. He had used the pizza cutter to cut it into pieces. Next thing I know he's standing behind me rolling the pizza cutter side to side across his waist.
LE: Look, I'm cutting off my peter.
Me: Yeah, well, go do that in the kitchen, please.
If I'd been drinking I would have spewed. Thank you for the laugh... and I'm assuming LE is still in one piece!
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