Sometimes he’s funny, when eating a piece of bacon he says:
Well, I guess Charlotte couldn’t save Wilbur this time.
Sometimes he’s oblivious, causing his sister to remark while they’re folding laundry:
Those are YOURS. None of US have race car panties!
Sometimes he asks me questions I don’t want to answer truthfully:
The good guys always win, right? How come the good guys always win?
Sometimes he has no idea the truth he speaks:
You know what would stink? Being sick on your birthday for like ten years. Because then all your presents would be medicine.
Always, he’s all boy: