Out of the mouths of babes...well, former babes at least...

Picture of Zach at 1 month.

Five minutes ago I asked Zach if he needed to use the bathroom before we sat down to lunch. "Nope," he says, matter-of-factly, "I'm good. My penis is wiggly and high." "What's 'high' mean?" I ask, stifling my laughter. "You know, medium-sized and up." "Oh," I say, letting it go. I really want this conversation to end, but I have a feeling it is just beginning...