This morning I was in the kitchen, doing the dishes from last night’s dinner and listening to Lana Del Rey. In the dining room I could also hear my sons and my stepdaughter conversing over breakfast. My oldest, Liam, was talking about sushi, and how calamari sushi is made from squid tentacles. The other two kept accusing him of saying “testicles”. Finally, I piped in and said “Are you guys talking about testicles over breakfast? It’s too early for balls.”
This, of course, resulted in giggles, and Liam insisting that he had not in fact said the word “testicle”. Breakfast continued with no further incident.
This is my life.