The child is sitting on the toilet honking his rubber chicken and scolding it for not being quiet in the library . . . "I think my chicken friend farted."
I just watched Chillar Party on Netflix. It's marked as Leaving Soon. The kid wasn't interested in it because he can't read well enough for subtitles yet, but it's certainly a hidden gem I found only after blocking all of the mindless drivel on the kid's account.
Me: You need to get dressed before you see Grandma and Grandpa.
Kid: *one sandal on, other foot on dustpan, holding long dustpan handle and broom* But I'm designed like this!
Me: Can you please hold this bowl on your legs to warm up the butter? We need it at room temperature.
Kid: My scrotum is warm and not my legs, so I will put it on my scrotum.
Kid: Mama, why does the bathtub look like that?
Me: Your dad calked it.
Kid: Don't touch cock. Hahahaha. Touch cock touch cock. Hahahahaha. *kisses my leg. Runs away*