I have had one of Those afternoons with Ryan. After the Battle of Lunch was finally over, we all settled down to see the new Backyardigans DVD we got (very cute, as always). It was relatively peaceful for a time.
And then, without any warning whatsoever, I was asked an (I think) impossible question to which there can be no satisfactory answer and that set him off again. Here's the question:
Can the strongest man in the world lift up a peeing horse?
Yeah. You read that right. Feel free to read it again a few more times just to make sure.
When I replied that no, I didn't think so, I was immediately met with:
But MOM! I'm talking about the Strongest Man in the World!!!!!
By the way, The Strongest Man in the World is usually Daddy, so Brendan, get ready for some tough feats of strength this weekend.
When I rather blandly insisted that no, I didn't think ANY man could possibly lift up any horse, peeing or no, he switched tactics:
But what if the horse is pooping?
!?!?!?!?! I cannot possibly begin to fathom what is going on inside his head.
Well, all that debate over the lifting up of peeing horses got him generally riled up and he's been ornery ever since. Also, he has insisted on going "commando" today because he "just wanted to try it." And I'm sorry, but I'm just so tired of looking at his butt crack. It's a cute little butt crack, but still.