As he sat at the table to do his homework he pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. I assumed it was just the frustration with homework until he started eyeing them again. “What’s wrong bud?”
“I just don’t get it. Why are all boobs soft and squishy?” he huffs in frustration.
Not this again.
“Because that’s how God made ladies.” (and some men)
How do you keep a straight face?