Probably only my mom will get the humor in this conversation, but I had to write it down.
It's Sunday morning, and Jeff is wearing his old, holly Gibson guitar shirt that I can't get him to stop wearing. There is a little hole in the tummy.
Benjamin: Why is there a hole in your shirt?
Jeff: For my belly button to breathe. It needs air, and it can breathe through the hole.
Me, to Benjamin: But YOUR belly button does not need to breathe. I know that's appealing to you, but you don't need holes in your shirts for your belly button.
Benjamin: Like, "I APPEAL to Caesar!"
Oh, my. :)
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