Just had this conversation with my wife, while I was in the kitchen holding my son:
Dean: *putting dishes away...comes across steak knife...holds it like I am ready to slash with it, handle palmed and blade facing rear/outward from forearm...makes thrusting noises...son laughs*
Wife: Honey.
Dean: What?
Wife: Are you stupid?
Dean: What? He needs to learn how to knife-fight!
Wife: Idiot.
Here's one for you........
So my wife and daughter head out yesterday afternoon to attend one of those stupid pre-wedding get togethers to make bows or some shit. My son and I are left behind....thank you baby Jesus!
So after I get him up from his nap, I toss him into our bed in front of the television which is appropriately showing golf. I go about what ever it was I was doing at the time....I look over and he is just chilling watching the tournament. When the time comes to get him, I walk over to the bed, pull back the sheets only to find my son has pulled an "Al Bundy" on me. I'm talking this kid is in there deep...at least half way up his tiny forearm. I ask:
"Matt, what are you doing with your hand down your pants?"
His response, "just relaxing watching the golf."
Mind you he is only two (2). He already refers to it as "junk" and obviously is way ahead of the curve when it comes to relaxing on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Brings a tear to a father's eye to see his son grow up so fast.
Next weekend, we learn the ins and outs of knife fighting from Uncle Dean!