6yo in the shower: Mom, for some reason when I twist my nipples I fart.

Wife: that’s wonderful dear.

6yo in the shower: now I can fart whenever I want.

Slightly related: Earlier this week, during breakfast I ripped one and tried to blame it on my 6yo son. He gave an annoyed sigh and said: Dad, you need more than two people to play “Who Farted”.

“take the poop bag out of your mouth”

Walking the dog with 6yo son. It’s a double deuce event. My son wants to pick up the second deposit, so I let him. He asked me to tie the bag for him, so I asked him to hold the one I picked up earlier. We continue home each carrying a bag of poo. I look behind me, and he is paying attention to I don’t know what, but while he is staring off in the distance, he is unconsciously rubbing the bag of fresh poo on his lips.

/Sigh

Apparently that one wasn’t as obvious as I thought it was.

I didn’t leave the original comment, but I would say it certainly makes some parts of parenting easier. We just adopted a dog, and it has helped in strange ways. Expected ways such as my kid is much better about picking up his toys, putting away his laundry, and not leaving his shoes random places, but also it gives him something else to interact with that isn’t a glowing rectangle, or asking me a million questions.

We just adopted a dog, and my 6yo son wanted to hold the leash on a walk. I told him if he wants to hold the leash than he is responsible for picking up the poo if he makes any. The dog pooped, my son grumped about having to pick it up, and was all “why do I have to do it?”.

Points for him, he powered through and picked it up. About a minute later he said to me “actually dad, I kinda liked picking it up!”. Now he wants to pick up the poo every time even if he isn’t the one holding the leash.

Such a weird kid.