Saturday morning began with the usual pounding on the door followed by a decisive action to warm up the TV in preparation of watching Ben 10 in our PJ's. (New episodes Saturday mornings at 9AM CDT on Cartoon Network).
The boys and I were laying on the floor watching cartoons when I - like all red-blooded, American dads - felt the need to pass gas.
Upon passing said gas, Joey took cue of the sound and his own experiences with what usually follows its occurrence. He pulled back the waistband from the back of my boxers and asked "Daddy Poo?
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