Today, while playing Words with Friends, I was startled when my son, Noah (age 7), hopped up and took off down the hall. While in transit, he groaned, "I'm about to have some massive butt issues!"
I immediately exited out of Words with Friends.
"Of course I am," I yelled back.
"But Dad! It's about my butt!"
"And it was funny. You say funny stuff about your butt, it's going to end up on Twitter!"
"Fine! Then I'm not going to talk about my butt anymore!"
That, my friends, is solid parenting.