I don’t often write about my family’s daily happenings, but this incident was too funny not to relate:

I encourage my dad to let my three-year-old son go into the bathroom with him. Between my partner and I, we can teach our son to throw a ball, throw a punch, build a bookcase, follow a football game, and other such “manly” things, but we fall short when it comes to the subtle details of male toilet procedures.

The two of them were in the bathroom together today, and my dad was standing up using the facilities. As his output began to slow (so he related to me afterwards), my son began thwacking him on his back pants pocket. When my dad asked what he was doing, my son replied, “Knocking the drips off.”