My son, Pigpen

One thing I love about my younger son is his unapologetic grossness. He's had smelly feet since he was a small infant, which was so cute. It was like stinky feet, but with just enough baby essence to make it adorable. And last summer I actually took him to the doctor because one of his armpits had, to put it delicately, turned into a man. He proudly displays his pits at least once a day, asking me to take a sniff, waiting with gleeful anticipation for the moment when I recoil and gag.  He's always the one with his hands in his pants, finger in his nose, and boogers sneezed into a giant booger stalactite (yes, that's right, it's stalagmites from the ground; stalactites from the ceiling).

Once I found him wearing nothing but a dvd. It may take you a moment, audience, to figure that out. How exactly does one wear nothing but a dvd? And how does one wear a dvd? That conundrum was no obstacle for my little boy and his multi-purpose man tool. Yes, I captured it on film. How could I not? Some day he will want to know, and will want others to know, that he once wore a dvd on his penis. And I wanted to make sure I could give that to him.