After their bath last night, Reed and hunter were wrestling and rolling around on my bed, naked. Reed rolls over onto his back, clasps his legs against his body and spreads his butt cheeks with his hands.
Lovely eh?
“ Dad, look what’s in my butt”, says Reed.
Even with a casual glance I could see his pancreas he had gaped his bunghole so wide.
“There is nothing in your bung hole, Reed.”
“Then why does it stink?”
“It only stinks when you poop, Reed.”
“Well…when I stick my fingers there sometimes, they smell.”
--Dad
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