Damien and I went to the farmer's market with Renea on Wednesday, and picked up several cheeses. One is a goat's milk Feta, one was Maytag Blue, a Grafton round of Cheddar, a brick of Jarlsberg, and a wedge of Edam. He just asked me to cut him a few slices of the Edam, and while I was shaving slices off of the wedge, he lowers his voice and goes into Uncle Creepy® mode and says directly into my ear:
"Yeah... slice that cheese... Daddy likes that... y e a h..."I'm lucky I didn't sever my hand I laughed so hard.
This is what I live with people, everyday of my life. I bet we laugh so hard on a daily basis that all of our neighbors hate us. Hate, betches - he's mine.