This morning I asked my baby boy an important question.
“Who made you, son?”
His response?
“Oh….Muffins!”
Talk about your god being your belly.
Does this mark a passing of the torch in the funny comments division from my oldest son to his little brother? Well, he’s only 19 months old, so I doubt it. But the future of comedy in our offspring is looking good.
He’s actually 23 months old. I know, 19 seems like just yesterday. And I do love the smell of his muffin/apple juice breath this morning. Yum. We’ll have to worry about catechism another day…
You must be using the “shortning catechism.”