George gave Zane a much needed haircut tonight.
He then had a much needed bath.
He ran downstairs in his pajama's looking and smelling just downright adorable. And he was working it with all his snuggling and talk of love going back and forth between us. He had me.
He had me at hello.
And then, as if realizing that he was erring on the side of being too adorable and lacking in cheekiness, he promptly turned to George and mooned him.
Yes, that's right. Mooned him.
George goes, "Zane! Don't be doing that!" Which was not so very convincing through his muffled laughter.
"Why", Zane asked, "Is that INAPPROPRIATE?"
Zane's new big word of the day. Inappropriate.
I feel the need to remind you that he is four years old.
And yeah, mooning can be considered inappropriate. Unless, of course, you happen to be your father as a freshman on the Ohio University Wrestling Team who decides to join his team (as if he had a choice) in mooning your mom's dorm room in the middle of an afternoon during a "fun run" through campus.
Of course, then, the act of mooning isn't considered inappropriate. Just, manly.
I guess you've learned from the best.