A couple o’ things out of the mouth of my almost six-year-old son recently that made me do a double-take:
bq. Dad, what the hell are you doing?
Hey, when can we listen to some Frank Zappa?
And on the subject of whether his soon-to-be sibling will be a boy or girl having viewed the ultrasound which failed to reveal the baby’s sex:
bq. It’s going to be a boy, not a girl, because it doesn’t have any hair.
There you have it.