In the morning – The now-4YO, repeatedly: “Dad, look at my legs! Look how tall they are! That’s because they’re four.” In the evening - From somewhere in the house the now-4YO exclaims, “Dad! Come look! Four years old poop!”
- Dad, mom let me taste her coffee once. – No she didn’t. – Yes she did! – Oh yeah? When was this? – A super long time ago. 30 years ago. – Really? Before mom and I even met?