reminds me of something that happened on the weekend. We were driving to a concert ('Bullhorn' ...big brass band and with a rapper as lead singer ... bloody awesome) when the oldest lets out a 'ohh my gosh' and starts giggling in the back seat ... the radio in my car puts up the name of the song playing on the display, and the song happened to be 'sexual healing' by Marvin Gaye
So I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to do my own version of the 'it's to keep the rabbits out' moment ... I told him that sexual healing was what you sought when your weewee was sore. My wife looked at me and shook her head in disgust. Then she said something like ' Eddie (my youngest) is going to ask for sexual healing every time his weewee is sore now (which is often as he won't leave it alone) ... 'imagine when he gets a sore weewee at school and asks the teacher for some sexual healing or when we're out at the shops and he says it out aloud'
You're a class act, Banana Man.